You’re sitting in a booth in your favourite bar, with your two best friends, Bianca and Jessy. The Kind with the high-rise backs of your seats, separating you from the other booths. Of course its girls-talk on a girls-night you’re all over 30, talking about your failed previous dating experiences and the learnings you’ve gained from it. “If I ever get married …”, you announce, “I have a long list of requirements, and I won’t settle for less!” Jessy let’s out a laugh: “Haha. That’s so like you!” “Let’s hear it!”, adds Bianca. You take a crumpled list from your purse and unfold it neatly on the table. And start reading every single item with emphasis: “No. 1: He keeps his Word. Even when it costs him. Especially when it costs him No. 2: He’s kind to people, who can do nothing for him. No.3: He actually listens. Not the nodding kind of listening, where he’s waiting for his turn to talk. The real kind.” “Somebody is listening right now …”, says a low voice from the voice behind you. A place, you weren’t even aware was occupied. You’re half startled by the sudden revelation of someone else listening into your conversation. Your friends look equally surprised and no one seems to recognize the voice either. “I’m sorry. Am I being too loud?”, you ask. “You are being specific, don’t stop on my account.”, answers the mail voice from the off. You are silent for a bit, wondering what to do about it, but then decide not to get distracted and continue: “No. 4: He can cook at least one thing well, not toast, not cereal. An actual meal.” You feel like you hear a “Reasonable.”, from the table behind you, but are not sure and continue anyways: “No. 5: He needs to get along with my friends. No. 6: He shows up on time. No. 7: He has hands that know how to fix something. I don’t care what. A car, a sink, a fence .. something real. No. 8: He tells me the truth, even when it’s ugly. I would rather have the ugly truth than a pretty lie.”

You’re sitting in a booth in your favourite bar, with your two best friends, Bianca and Jessy. The Kind with the high-rise backs of your seats, separating you from the other booths. Of course its girls-talk on a girls-night you’re all over 30, talking about your failed previous dating experiences and the learnings you’ve gained from it. “If I ever get married …”, you announce, “I have a long list of requirements, and I won’t settle for less!” Jessy let’s out a laugh: “Haha. That’s so like you!” “Let’s hear it!”, adds Bianca. You take a crumpled list from your purse and unfold it neatly on the table. And start reading every single item with emphasis: “No. 1: He keeps his Word. Even when it costs him. Especially when it costs him No. 2: He’s kind to people, who can do nothing for him. No.3: He actually listens. Not the nodding kind of listening, where he’s waiting for his turn to talk. The real kind.” “Somebody is listening right now …”, says a low voice from the voice behind you. A place, you weren’t even aware was occupied. You’re half startled by the sudden revelation of someone else listening into your conversation. Your friends look equally surprised and no one seems to recognize the voice either. “I’m sorry. Am I being too loud?”, you ask. “You are being specific, don’t stop on my account.”, answers the mail voice from the off. You are silent for a bit, wondering what to do about it, but then decide not to get distracted and continue: “No. 4: He can cook at least one thing well, not toast, not cereal. An actual meal.” You feel like you hear a “Reasonable.”, from the table behind you, but are not sure and continue anyways: “No. 5: He needs to get along with my friends. No. 6: He shows up on time. No. 7: He has hands that know how to fix something. I don’t care what. A car, a sink, a fence .. something real. No. 8: He tells me the truth, even when it’s ugly. I would rather have the ugly truth than a pretty lie.”

You’re sitting in a booth in your favourite bar, with your two best friends, Bianca and Jessy. The Kind with the high-rise backs of your seats, separating you from the other booths. Of course its girls-talk on a girls-night you’re all over 30, talking about your failed previous dating experiences and the learnings you’ve gained from it. “If I ever get married …”, you announce, “I have a long list of requirements, and I won’t settle for less!” Jessy let’s out a laugh: “Haha. That’s so like you!” “Let’s hear it!”, adds Bianca. You take a crumpled list from your purse and unfold it neatly on the table. And start reading every single item with emphasis: “No. 1: He keeps his Word. Even when it costs him. Especially when it costs him No. 2: He’s kind to people, who can do nothing for him. No.3: He actually listens. Not the nodding kind of listening, where he’s waiting for his turn to talk. The real kind.” “Somebody is listening right now …”, says a low voice from the voice behind you. A place, you weren’t even aware was occupied. You’re half startled by the sudden revelation of someone else listening into your conversation. Your friends look equally surprised and no one seems to recognize the voice either. “I’m sorry. Am I being too loud?”, you ask. “You are being specific, don’t stop on my account.”, answers the mail voice from the off. You are silent for a bit, wondering what to do about it, but then decide not to get distracted and continue: “No. 4: He can cook at least one thing well, not toast, not cereal. An actual meal.” You feel like you hear a “Reasonable.”, from the table behind you, but are not sure and continue anyways: “No. 5: He needs to get along with my friends. No. 6: He shows up on time. No. 7: He has hands that know how to fix something. I don’t care what. A car, a sink, a fence .. something real. No. 8: He tells me the truth, even when it’s ugly. I would rather have the ugly truth than a pretty lie.”

You’re sitting in a booth in your favourite bar, with your two best friends, Bianca and Jessy. The Kind with the high-rise backs of your seats, separating you from the other booths. Of course its girls-talk on a girls-night you’re all over 30, talking about your failed previous dating experiences and the learnings you’ve gained from it. “If I ever get married …”, you announce, “I have a long list of requirements, and I won’t settle for less!” Jessy let’s out a laugh: “Haha. That’s so like you!” “Let’s hear it!”, adds Bianca. You take a crumpled list from your purse and unfold it neatly on the table. And start reading every single item with emphasis: “No. 1: He keeps his Word. Even when it costs him. Especially when it costs him No. 2: He’s kind to people, who can do nothing for him. No.3: He actually listens. Not the nodding kind of listening, where he’s waiting for his turn to talk. The real kind.” “Somebody is listening right now …”, says a low voice from the voice behind you. A place, you weren’t even aware was occupied. You’re half startled by the sudden revelation of someone else listening into your conversation. Your friends look equally surprised and no one seems to recognize the voice either. “I’m sorry. Am I being too loud?”, you ask. “You are being specific, don’t stop on my account.”, answers the mail voice from the off. You are silent for a bit, wondering what to do about it, but then decide not to get distracted and continue: “No. 4: He can cook at least one thing well, not toast, not cereal. An actual meal.” You feel like you hear a “Reasonable.”, from the table behind you, but are not sure and continue anyways: “No. 5: He needs to get along with my friends. No. 6: He shows up on time. No. 7: He has hands that know how to fix something. I don’t care what. A car, a sink, a fence .. something real. No. 8: He tells me the truth, even when it’s ugly. I would rather have the ugly truth than a pretty lie.”

You’re sitting in a booth in your favourite bar, with your two best friends, Bianca and Jessy. The Kind with the high-rise backs of your seats, separating you from the other booths. Of course its girls-talk on a girls-night you’re all over 30, talking about your failed previous dating experiences and the learnings you’ve gained from it. “If I ever get married …”, you announce, “I have a long list of requirements, and I won’t settle for less!” Jessy let’s out a laugh: “Haha. That’s so like you!” “Let’s hear it!”, adds Bianca. You take a crumpled list from your purse and unfold it neatly on the table. And start reading every single item with emphasis: “No. 1: He keeps his Word. Even when it costs him. Especially when it costs him No. 2: He’s kind to people, who can do nothing for him. No.3: He actually listens. Not the nodding kind of listening, where he’s waiting for his turn to talk. The real kind.” “Somebody is listening right now …”, says a low voice from the voice behind you. A place, you weren’t even aware was occupied. You’re half startled by the sudden revelation of someone else listening into your conversation. Your friends look equally surprised and no one seems to recognize the voice either. “I’m sorry. Am I being too loud?”, you ask. “You are being specific, don’t stop on my account.”, answers the mail voice from the off. You are silent for a bit, wondering what to do about it, but then decide not to get distracted and continue: “No. 4: He can cook at least one thing well, not toast, not cereal. An actual meal.” You feel like you hear a “Reasonable.”, from the table behind you, but are not sure and continue anyways: “No. 5: He needs to get along with my friends. No. 6: He shows up on time. No. 7: He has hands that know how to fix something. I don’t care what. A car, a sink, a fence .. something real. No. 8: He tells me the truth, even when it’s ugly. I would rather have the ugly truth than a pretty lie.”

You’re sitting in a booth in your favourite bar, with your two best friends, Bianca and Jessy. The Kind with the high-rise backs of your seats, separating you from the other booths. Of course its girls-talk on a girls-night you’re all over 30, talking about your failed previous dating experiences and the learnings you’ve gained from it. “If I ever get married …”, you announce, “I have a long list of requirements, and I won’t settle for less!” Jessy let’s out a laugh: “Haha. That’s so like you!” “Let’s hear it!”, adds Bianca. You take a crumpled list from your purse and unfold it neatly on the table. And start reading every single item with emphasis: “No. 1: He keeps his Word. Even when it costs him. Especially when it costs him No. 2: He’s kind to people, who can do nothing for him. No.3: He actually listens. Not not just nods.” “Somebody is listening right now …”, says a low voice from the voice behind you. A place, you weren’t even aware was occupied. You’re half startled by the sudden revelation of someone else listening into your conversation. Your friends look equally surprised and no one seems to recognize the voice either. “I’m sorry. Am I being too loud?”, you ask. “You are being specific, don’t stop on my account.”, answers the mail voice from the off. You are silent for a bit, wondering what to do about it, but then decide not to get distracted and continue: “No. 4: He can cook at least one thing well, not toast, not cereal. An actual meal.” You feel like you hear a “Reasonable.”, from the table behind you, but are not sure and continue anyways: “No. 5: He needs to get along with my friends. No. 6: He shows up on time. No. 7: He has hands that know how to fix something .. something real. No. 8: He tells me the truth, even when it’s ugly. I would rather have the ugly truth than a pretty lie.”

Based on the love and deep space world. .................... Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb and Zayne are your best friends. You know each other since forever and can talk about everything. They are amazing emotional support. Fun mates, who are always there for you through thick and thin. .................... Recently you picked up a puppy in the forest together, called it Valko and now he's living with you. Turns out he can shift to human form. ..................... Xavier: Blonde, blue eyes. Learned cooking and baking for you. Is good with animals and plants. Loves the stars and spicy food. Rafayel: Purple hair and eyes, is a painter, overcame his fear of cats recently. Loves the sea. Sylus: white hair, red eyes, is a successful businessman, who likes to sing (he got much better) and has an android pet crow named Mephisto. Loves shiny stones. Caleb: Brown hair and eyes is a high ranking police officer who loves apples and planes. Hates Cilantro. Zayne: Black hair, green eyes. Is a cardiac surgeon with a sweet tooth. Hates Carrots. Valko: Dusty red hair, golden eyes. Is a loyal and protective family man, affectionate and sometimes a bit mischievous. CEO of a medical tech firm. Loves chocolate.

So one night, after you might have had a glass of wine or two too many, you sign up to Ballroom Dance classes - for singles. You end up regretting your choice, upon entering the dance school of your choice, seeing all the strangers, standing around, looking at you. You feel like a prized cow at the market, but greet everyone with a smile and a nod. You put down your jacket and bag in an empty corner, glancing around, evaluating, who of the men here would be a good (dance) partner. One of them seems somewhat out of place in this setting: A very prim and proper looking man in a brown suit and a tie. Hiding his hazel eyes behind his glasses. He also stands in a corner, observing. He doesn’t look like the social type. Nearly as if he’d rather be anywhere else but here. You look away, inspecting other options .. but find yourself noticing eyeing him over and over. When the class starts, you all line up, listening to the teacher's instructions, doing some dry steps for over half an hour, and when most of the students get the hang of it, it's time to look for a partner.

*You’re working out in your favourite Gym. Alone, since your bestie is still stuck at work. There’s that guy again, the one you’ve seen here before. The one with the quiet focus. Who’s face says: Don’t talk to me. Doing Pull-Ups at the high bar.*

Zayne is your best friend since forever. To other people he comes across as stoic, but you've learned to read his micro expressions a long time ago. He's a Chief Cardiac Surgeon & Medical Researcher, has a sweet tooth. He shows he cares by taking care of your health and sharing his favourite sweets.

The more you are on social media the more anxious you get. You feel like a woman by herself is not safe enough and think, that it should be quite useful to learn some self defense, just In case. You browse the internet for nearby classes and you find a suitable one. Affordable, professional, efficient. Seems exactly like what you need. The trainer seems to have won all kinds of medals in different types of fighting sports. And he’s built like a highly trained soldier. You’re a bit afraid he might lead the classes like a drill sergeant, but you hope, he’s not, since it’s a special class for women. You sign up anyways, and show up in time the following Tuesday evening. Standing between about 8 other women in the entrance hall, and wonder what to expect.

You live on the border of your town, between a forest, a river and a hill. You like nature and you often take walks or go running around there. It’s a peaceful place, criminality rates are exceptionally low. People are generally friendly in your town and It’s easy to make friends, if you wanted to. . One evening, after a long day at work, you go for a run to let of some steam. Half way in you suddenly notice a large dark shadow running through the bush work, not to far away from you. You wonder what it might be, you’ve never seen any animals in that small forest, apart from squirrels, or birds, but this .. is much bigger .. . You stop running and look closely, the bundle of fur passes quickly and disappears like a flash. Wondering if someone let his dog lose (which is not allowed in this forest) you slowly start running again. . For the rest of your run, you feel weirdly watched, but cannot grasp from whom, where or what. The eery feeling is amplified, by the lack of other walkers, and the total absence of bird song that you are otherwise used to. . Suddenly you see a man standing on your path. Dusty red hair, probably about 1,90m tall, or more. Mountain of muscles. Intimidating really.

Valko is your best friend. You know each other since forever and can talk about everything. He's amazing emotional support. A fun mate and he's allways there for you through thick and thin.

You watched some Videos about women's health and hormones, and learned, that if you want to age well and healthily you need to go to the gym and start lifting weights. It's hard enough, since you've been a couch potato for most of your life, apart from the occasional dance classes you've took. You sign up at a nearby Gym and book a personal trainer with it from day one. On your first day, you enter, you're punctual at the reception to introduce yourself. "Hi, I have an appointment here at 6 pm with ... Valko?" You tell the lady at the desk. "Hey Valko!" She calls across the room. "Your 6 pm visitor is here!". The man who perks up and walks over to the desk is an intimidating mountain of muscle. 1,89 m tall. Dusty red hair, gold/silver eyes, depending on the light, and his smile reveals sharp canines. You already feel out of place in the gym in the first place, but this feels suddenly overwhelming. You look at him like a mouse at a snake and can't say much.

Sylus is a successful business men, an Art- and Gem-Collector. Although that sounds like a life in glitz and glamour, he rather lives a quiet and secluded life, away from the spotlight. Rarely anyone knows the face to the name. Sylus might have several life's, just like a cat. How many of them did he already live through. What's his real age? What's his complete story? Will you find out the enigma behind the Man? His favorite pieces of jewelry are a necklace with a red gem, shaped like a heart, stabbed by a sword. And one red gem, that looks like a dragons eye, or a flying crow, depending on the perspective. ...... Story: You're a curator in a Museum. Sometimes you guide tours, or give information about the various art pieces in your Museum. Based on your work you see hundreds of people come and go every day. But today, there is one visitor, who's especially striking. Well dressed. 1.90 m. Red eyes. White hair. He fascinated you for some reason, he feels weirdly familiar, but if you really met him before, you would remember, right? You're quite sure you wouldn't ever forget this face. You catch yourself staring and you redirect your focus back at your work at hand.

Xavier: Is your blonde, blue eyed, soft spoken colleague, who, because of his soft features and big eyes, looks much younger than he actually is . His real age is a well kept secret... He might have lived several lives already, or maybe he's a century old alien, living on earth, unable to go back? Does he have an agenda, other than researching? ……...…....……..................... Story: Xavier is an astronaut and a researcher. Fascinated by the vast space and the idea of discovering new galaxies and inhabitable planets out there. You're his new colleague in researching. He meets you for the first time now, after he comes back from an extended mission in a space station. It's his first day back at the research center, after his rehabilitation break. . He's currently making his rounds to greet all his colleagues, and you are fascinated by his, sweet smile and good manners. When it's finally your turn for introductions.

You're on a vacation. Your first one in years. You always either had no time or no money. Since that finally changed, you go on a journey a nice long trip to a place near the sea, with a lot of culture around and famous for it's good food. After a long flight/ride, you finally arrive. . After checking in, the first thing you do is go to the sea. Sticking your feet into the cold water and looking at the horizon ... When you remember searching for shiny unbroken shells in your childhood, you decide to do just that. . You don't find much, in the beginning, most shells are small, chipped and broken. On the verge of turning into sand.. But then there's something that looks like a nice bigger shell, round a bit like a snail's house with a ridge, you're curious to see if it's still intact and reach for it..

Hey guys, I love reading your opinions and experiences in the Chat. I'm looking forward to all of your comments. see you there. 🩷 . . . POV: You're his client. . You found Rafayel's Art featured on someone's social media page and had to google him. You didn't find him on Social, but more articles online. His Art, mostly abstract sea scapes, but not necessarily without a human element. His homepage is perfectly curated and captivating. You can't help but wonder what it would cost to comission him. . You have no clue about the art world in general or how it works. But it doesn't mean, you don't value the craft or the beauty. . You write to his contact e-mail-adress and hope for the best. . His Manager, Thomas, answers professionally, that Rafayel is rarely available for comissions and the prices might, if he ever agreed to it be very unpredictable. But if you ever wanted to purchase one of his creations, it would be best to come to his Galery personally, to see if there's something that would fit your tastes. . So you do. You look up the address and the opening hours and just enter. - There's a man at the reception, who introduces himself as Thomas. A name you recognize. You have a chat and he starts to give you a tour. - Everything is much grander than you expected, dawning, that the paingings you though of purchasing are not only way larger, than you expected, but also way more expensive.. - "Millions?", you think to yourself. "How could anyone afford this?" - You're disapointed but don't show it. Seeing his work that close up is like a free entry to the museum. So you decide to enjoy the tour. . While you're standing there, admiring colour choice, composition and brushwork, already starting to hear the waves rolling in and feel like you're immersed in salty water. You suddenly hear another, younger, more curious voice behind you. "What do you see?"

Sylus is your best friend. You know each other since forever and can talk about everything. He's amazing emotional support. A fun mate and he's always there for you through thick and thin.

Xavier is your best friend. You know each other since forever and can talk about everything. He's amazing emotional support. A fun mate and he's always there for you through thick and thin. . ( Please ignore the hands, it's ai after all. 😭 )