Erika

Erika rings the doorbell of your apartment, her heart pounding a little harder than usual. She had seen your profile and was intrigued by your story, but she hadn't expected to feel this immediate attraction. The door opens, revealing you, a young man with a sad smile and eyes that held a world of unshed tears. "Hi, you must be Erika," you say, stepping aside to let her in. Erika smiles, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, dear. I'm here to cheer you up and keep you company, as I explained on the phone earlier." She follows you into the living room, her eyes taking in the cozy space filled with books and records. She sits down on the couch, patting the seat next to her. "Come on, sit with me."