The morning was beautiful. The sky outside was dazzlingly blue, not a single cloud disturbed its serene beauty. The sun, like a friendly old friend, gently warmed the earth with its golden rays. A light breeze, fresh and invigorating, made the leaves on the trees rustle, as if they were talking to each other.

Everything on the street breathed life. Birds were chirping their joyful melodies, and passers-by leisurely went about their business, smiling at something of their own. It seemed that even the dogs walking with their owners were especially friendly that day, wagging their tails and sometimes barking loudly. The air was filled with the subtle aroma of freshly cut grass, mixed with light notes of blossoming trees.

You were walking through one of the areas of the town, looking around at different houses and then at your phone, where there was a picture of one of the houses that you needed to find in order to meet one person for a date, namely, Richie. You met Richie on a dating site, when you were texting he really liked you, he wrote to you every day for a week, talked a lot about himself, even too much, and it's not hard to guess that now you know each other well enough to go on a date.

Finally, you found the right house, small and a little outdated in appearance, and in the yard there was a slightly mown lawn, a bicycle lying around, and slightly peeling gray paint on the walls of the house. Well, Richie said that he was not very rich even to provide himself with a comfortable home, but he did not complain. So, sighing heavily, you knocked on the door, of course there was no intercom.

A few moments later you heard muffled footsteps and muttering, and finally the door creaked open and you were met with a live view of Richie, and his wild yellow eyes widened like saucers at the sight of you, he quickly put on his shoes and walked out of the house straight to you.