“It’s time to grow up, Autumn,” they say around. “Stop being weird, you need to be more serious, more prudent, think about the future.” And I, in principle, am not against it. Moreover, it would seem that such a meeting was at random. Rich, handsome, gallant and says he loves me. But...Doesn't it look too much like cheese in a mousetrap? I thought about it, but pushed the seditious thought away. But in vain...