The System In My Head

First date in a girl's apartment

The rumbling and squealing of the departing train drifted into the distance as Ben walked up the stairs leaving the subway station. The evening walk then greeted him with horns and a whistle of passing taxis. This is the natural jazz of New York City.

Kissing something strange, Ben turned his head left to see a homeless person urinating on the wall. This is the natural little shit of New York City...

Ben is at City Hall station, a block walk from Annabelle's apartment in Tribeca, Manhattan. He invited her to, as he said, meditate and relax ...

He likes the sound of the cold part ...

Soon, he arrived at his building and called the apartment number.

"Hello?" His soft and slightly monotonous voice drifted from the intercom.

"It's Ben."

"...Ok. I can release you on one condition."

"...What's?"

"You have to promise that you're not a vampire ..."

...

He explains. "My invitation to my house doesn't apply to vampires..."

Ben understood ... but he did not understand at the same time ... However, he is not a vampire to his best knowledge. "I promise."

*Bzzz*

He opened the door and entered, walking through the refurbished marble entrance to the elevator. Using it, he immediately reached Annabelle's floor, found her door, and rang the doorbell.

A few seconds later, Annabelle ran to the door and opened it.

Ben gulped when he saw it. Her blonde hair hung loosely on her shoulder, and despite not wearing makeup as usual, she was naturally beautiful like anyone she had ever seen. She was wearing a tight green t-shirt that showed a funny one. It was huge, making it difficult for Ben to avoid staring at them. Beneath her was a short white skirt that failed to cover her thick, cream-colored thigh, visible from there to a long white sock that protruded above her knees, where there was one red line.

Glancing at the thigh between her socks and high skirt, Ben knew she had seen something special. It is the source of the world's falsity ...

The last thing she noticed was that Annabelle was not wearing shoes, perhaps preferring the feel of natural wood flooring. When she greeted him, she showed a confident smile. "Hi..."

Annabelle poked her head out the door and looked both ways before dipping it back in. "I invite you, once again, just on the premise that you're not a vampire and won't dry me out..."

...

"I promise I'm not a vampire..." Ben nodded. 'Although I can't promise anything about the second part ...'

Annabelle narrowed her eyes. "Hmm, okay. I'll believe you because vampires and police officers can't lie when asked about their identities..."

Ben's left eye twitched. 'I'm pretty sure none of that is true ...' Still, he saw no point in shattering his little heart's fantasies with the cold facts of the world ...

Shortly thereafter, Annabelle invited him in. Ben's eyebrows curled upwards as he looked at his spacious studio loft apartment. "Do you live here alone?"

He's nodding.

The apartment was suitable for an artist, but not a bad apartment... 'He must have money.' Ben smelled a potential mother-sugar opportunity...

For now, he would put it on the back burner though. For now...

He continued to look around the residence, paying attention to the extremely high ceilings, the large windows, and the brick walls that formed the foundation of the place. In comparison, the furniture of his house is quite simple: several tables, a dressing table, a gray cotton sofa, and a queen bed at the end.

The most prominent is the large number of art and painting equipment scattered. That includes a lot of framed photos and artwork on the walls. Annabelle is an artist. Ben expected this. What he didn't expect was most of his artwork hanging with one theme—Al Gore...

...

Ben looked through portraits and photographs of the former US Vice President with little concern about the considerable number... He had heard that Al Gore made a film called An Inconvenient Truth a few years ago which sparked a wave of climate activism. She also knew Annabelle cared about the environment. However, this is close to the level of Christian cathedral worship or top waifu collection ...

Ben raised an eyebrow. 'There's no difference here..... What's he playing?'

He turned to her. "So I saw you like Al Gore, huh? I heard she's pretty popular with climate change activists."

Standing nearby, Annabelle nodded. "Yes, I am part of a large fanbase, although there are some differences between the people of South Gore and those of North Gorean..."

...

...

Ben's eyes grew bigger. 'That's a little ...'

"Because of its high carbon emissions..."

...

Now with the full story, Ben nodded respectfully. 'Not going to lie .. he had me in the first half ...'

Amidst all the artwork, Ben sees one piece he recognizes his joke about a picture.

It was that they smashed with Annabelle's love juice that caused her to panic and run back to her apartment to fix it. It seemed that he had recovered it and even framed it on his wall...

Ben wasn't sure how he felt about this. There's a little...pride? 'Even without trying, I guess I have taken my first steps as an artist?'

As Ben was looking at the artwork, Annabelle came to his side carrying a burning incense stick. He closed his eyes in front of the portrait of Al Gore, lifted incense into his chest, and muttered a spell that Ben did not understand.

A minute later, he explained. "I did this to send energy to Mr. Gore to keep carbon emissions away..."

"OK..." Ben didn't bother trying to explain to him how greenhouse gases work...

Immediately, the two sat on his sofa as they started chatting, that was when he opened up his system status.

[Current target attraction level: interested]

[Current target comfort level: close]

'They didn't go down much, that's good.' Although the two are connected before, Ben knows that since this is a new date, their relationship returns to a certain level. That's why he started the conversation.

The two kept talking about themselves and last week. When Annabelle said something Ben could interpret as positive, she laughed and jokingly patted her head like a child or a dog...

...

The first time it confused him, but he started to enjoy it afterwards, giggling and finding it charming.

Ben did this because it was a good way to develop a kino and he remembered something Beluga said: "Enchiness makes women feel like little girls..."

[Current target attraction level: interested(+1)]

Soon, they went from flirting to deeper discussions. When Ben asks about his relationship history, he tells him that he is always hesitant to be in a relationship with someone. In high school, there are a few girlfriends, but they always split because they find them too aloof and incomprehensible.

Ben could not deny that they were right, but he was braver than those cowards! He believed that they could cross any gulf between them by filling the trench with something...

He looked into her eyes. "But you don't doubt me too much. Why that?"

Annabelle showed a shy smile. "I've never seen a dragon ..."

...

Unknowingly, he stared at the ground. "Also..however, I feel you understand me.and.I am always misunderstood..."

"Of course." Ben confirmed. 'I don't understand him at all... He's like an alien...'

...

However, she believes it is her duty to meet all of Annabelle's emotional and physical needs.

He'll fill all those holes in his heart...

With that thought, Ben wrapped his arms around her. When she peeked at him, she gave him a deep romantic touch ...

Ben hugged Anabelle.

Annabelle has a very nice body, but she is also a human being who has feelings and insecurities.

Knowing this, Ben wanted to comfort her, making her feel safe in his arms. So she hugged him tightly, and stroked his hair.while keeping him calm.with "accident..."

He will move step by step, because Ben still has a lot of things to do