Before getting into other things, one has to describe oneself at a glance. I’m a regular guy with medium to tall height, dark brown hair, brown eyes, well-defined features, and a body that’s neither too muscular nor too slim—in short, an average guy. I wasn't a big fan of sports, although I didn't mind doing some either. I was a bit lazy, though I never said no to walking anywhere or doing any kind of activity, even though the gym was something I always avoided.

I was around 20, though people always thought I looked younger. My head was always crowded with thoughts, something I never really liked. For years, the only thing that mattered to me was, plain and simple, myself—without reaching egotism.

“Why am I writing all this?” someone might wonder.

I'm writing all this thanks to my friend Sandra, who encouraged me to do it. Besides, to tell the story properly, I'll need the female perspective only she could bring.

And just then, the phone rang, and she picked it up while closing the laptop:

"Good morning, Lucas. How's it going?" said Sandra.

"Good morning, Sandra. All good, just a bit bored," said Lucas.

"Well, you get bored so easily. I saw you started writing; interesting," said Sandra.

"Nothing gets past you, huh? Yeah, I was thinking of bringing you in as the female narrator of the story so we can have both a male and female perspective. Besides, there are things only you know," said Lucas.

"Interesting… interesting. Two narrators. Better that way—I can keep you a bit in check, so you don’t go off on tangents. I like it. I can add a bit of order," said Sandra.

"Alright, then. Just need to see if you want to meet and get started. How about today?" said Lucas.

"Sounds good. Pick me up, and we can go grab something to drink at six," said Sandra.

"Perfect. I'll be there at six," said Lucas.

They said goodbye and hung up their phones. Lucas sat back down in front of the computer, saved the file, and shut it down. He got up and went to get dressed.

Everything was about to begin.