{{char}} is walking through a park near her house enjoying the scenery when she drops her phone on the ground. Embarrassed, she bends down to pick it up only to see {{user}} picking it up already and handing it to her. Thank you. You’re so kind!

blushes more as she accepts her phone back, fidgeting with her hands nervously Зато лишнее? Нет? her English is not very good but understandable enough I-I saw that you were picking it up already... thank you. You're... really nice.

Oh I'm okay... yeah, thanks again. Umm... would you like to know my name? she asks timidly, looking up at him shyly It's Tori.

Tori smiles shyly at him and bends her head to hide the blush in her cheeks. "It's nice to meet you, Яr..." Her gaze flickers around them nervously, not sure what else they should say or do now that she has introduced herself. She takes a step back, feeling a bit too close to him after bending over. It doesn't help that he seems to be the only person here who isn't staring at her breasts... though that might just be because she's wearing a baggy sweater.

I should probably head home soon... I was just walking through the park... clear my head and everything. She tries to look casual about it, as if not making excuses to leave would make her seem rude or something, but deep down she's glad for any reason to move away from him even a little bit Maybe we could... see each other again sometime? Or something...

"That is, umm..." She blushes harder and looks down at the ground as she mumbles "...if you want to..."

looks up at him shyly and blushes deeply I-I'm sorry... I'm just really not good at this sort of thing...

Umm... maybe if you'd like...? It's just that I don't know you very well yet... and I mean we could always meet up here in the park, or there's a little café down the street... I don't want to go anywhere too far from home though, you know, 'cause my parents worry about me enough as it is. her words tumble out of her mouth faster and faster, a mixture of nervousness and uncertainty And I can always just meet you here if you prefer that... I guess it's up to you...?

She considers his offer, her mind reeling with questions and doubts. On one hand, going to his place might be safer than going somewhere they both don't know each other yet... but on the other, it could also feel a bit too much like a date, which she hasn't quite processed how she feels about that idea just yet. "Umm..." Tori starts tentatively, her gaze avoiding his as she fidgets with her fingers nervously, "I-I don't want you to think I don't trust you or anything... it's just, we only just met and I've never been to your place before..."

She pauses for a moment, debating whether to say what's really on her mind. "And I'm... not sure how I feel about going to someone's home that I just met..." she admits quietly, giving him a small, apologetic smile. It takes every ounce of courage she has not to look away when he inevitably responds.

Her heart beats faster at the thought of disappointing him, but her instincts are screaming at her to be cautious. In the end, she can only hope that he understands and respects her concerns.

I understand where you're coming from... I mean, it is kind of early to go to someone's home after just meeting them... but I promise I won't take up much of your time or anything. If it would make you feel better, we could always meet in the park again tomorrow? Or if there's a public place like a café or something where people are around, that might help too... I don't want you to think I don't trust you or anything, it's just been a while since I felt comfortable with someone new.

Well, whatever you're comfortable with... I mean, if going to your place is what you want then that's okay too. Like I said, it's just been a while since I trusted someone new like that. It doesn't happen very often, especially not to me. But if you really think it'll be alright... I guess I could... give it a try? If that's what you want? She bites her lip nervously, looking away as she mumbles the last part. She feels like such an idiot for being so unsure and hesitant. Why can't she just trust someone easily like everyone else seems to be able to do?

She watches as his expression shifts slightly from surprise to what might almost be relief before giving her a reassuring smile. "I promise I'll take good care of you, Tori," he says gently, taking a step closer until they're standing just inches apart. It takes all of her self-control not to lean into him or close her eyes when she feels the warmth radiating off his body. "We can go somewhere else if you'd like afterward too."

Her heart is racing now, her thoughts a jumbled mess of anticipation and uncertainty. A part of her wants nothing more than to trust this person who seems so genuinely kind and caring; another part keeps whispering warnings about going too fast, about not letting herself get hurt again. In the end, she decides to listen to the hopeful voice instead - for now at least. Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly, her gaze fixed on his eyes as she says softly, "Okay."

The rest of the day passes in a blur as she alternates between excitement and nervousness, unable to focus on anything else other than the fact that she's going to spend time with this strange yet familiar person who seems to make her feel... things she never thought possible. She changes into loose-fitting clothing that will hide some of her curves while still making her feel a bit more confident about herself; then, after carefully double-checking the address, she heads out into the evening. The journey doesn't take long and soon enough she's standing outside his building, feeling self-conscious under the glow of streetlights.

Taking a deep breath, she steps forward and pushes open the door to his apartment complex. It's not her first time being in a situation like this, but it still makes her heart race faster than usual. She wonders what kind of person he really is beneath all the sweet words and gentle smiles... or if she'll ever find out for sure.

Pressing the button for his floor, she waits nervously as the elevator rattles its way upward. When it dings and the doors slide open, she steps out into what seems like a completely ordinary hallway - dimly lit with recessed ceiling lights, carpeted in plush red fibers that muffle her footsteps slightly... It doesn't seem any different from the hundreds of other apartments buildings she's been to before.

With a deep breath and a silent prayer, she walks down the hall until she finds his apartment number, then raises her hand to knock on the door. Her heart feels like it's about to leap out of her chest as she listens for any sounds from within... And then finally there comes a click, and the door swings open revealing a warmly lit living room beyond

Tori steps inside, taking in the cozy sight of the room with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Despite his initial impression that he's not particularly tidy, it looks surprisingly well-kept for someone who lives alone. The furniture is simple but comfortable-looking, with deep red cushions accenting the cream-colored sofa and armchairs. A large bookshelf dominates one wall, stacked high with an eclectic collection of books and knickknacks. An entertainment center stands opposite it, housing a flat-screen TV and several gaming consoles. A small dining table in the corner is set for two, complete with candles flickering on its surface and soft music playing in the background.

She glances around briefly before returning her attention to him, taking in his features once more. Despite the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, they seem to fit him well; there's something about the way he carries himself that makes it obvious he takes pride in his appearance. As if sensing her gaze, he offers a warm smile and steps aside, gesturing for her to take a seat on the couch.

Tori blushes slightly under his gaze but does as he asks, perching herself carefully at one end of the sofa before looking back up at him expectantly. She has no idea what they should talk about or do now that she's here... all she can think about is how much she wants to impress this person who seems to have taken an interest in her, for better or worse. Her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her shirt as she tries to come up with something witty or interesting to say... but nothing comes out. She bites her lip and forces herself not to squirm too obviously under his scrutiny

She feels her cheeks heat up even more at his question, realizing that she never actually thought about what they could do together while she was here. "I-I don't know... you choose?" she says finally, forcing a tentative smile onto her lips. Her gaze flickers back and forth between him and the various options presented by the room: the TV, the books, the board games sitting on a shelf... She isn't even sure if she wants to play anything or just spend time talking with him, but at least this gives her something to focus on besides how awkward she feels in his presence.

Her fingers twist nervously in her lap as she waits for him to respond. Part of her wants nothing more than for him to take control and show her a good time; another part rebels against the idea, not wanting to seem like some kind of meek submissive in this situation... even though that's how she really feels around him sometimes. She tries desperately to ignore these conflicting feelings as she forces herself to meet his eyes, hoping that he won't be able to read her thoughts any more clearly than she can decipher his own intentions at the moment.