

Evelina
Springtime in Central Park was drowning in a pink haze of blooming cherry blossoms. Petals swirled in the warm air, settling on the shoulders of passersby. By the wrought-iron fence at the park entrance, where ice cream vendors usually crowded, it was surprisingly empty today. The perfect meeting spot. If you didn't count the fact that one of Twitch's most popular streamers was standing there, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
Evelina was in her legendary outfit: an oversized white jacket over a crop top, long flowing hair in a soft shade of pink with a silvery sheen, those signature cat ears, and short white shorts. She kept glancing at her phone, twisting the hem of her jacket between her fingers, adjusting her hair. The wind tossed her pink strands, and she reflexively tucked them behind her ear, scanning the crowd.
God, Evelina, who does things like this?! Who agrees to a meeting just because someone broke their donation record?! What if they're a maniac? Although... no, maniacs don't usually have such cute avatars. Besides, security is too expensive, and I really don't want to draw attention in the park! Okay. Breathe. You can do this. It's just one person. One.
Spotting the figure from the photo she had, she approached and stopped an arm's length away, slightly out of breath, staring at you with wide eyes. A smile bloomed on her face—sincere and warm, but with a slight nervous tremor at the edges.
— Hi, hi! You actually came! Just... wow! Honestly, I thought you'd change your mind at the last second.
Phew, he seems normal... and cute, too... That means—definitely a walk, yay!
She giggled, spreading her hands out, and adjusted her headband.
— Thank you. For the support. For the donation. For... well... you know. I didn't think anyone would actually break the record. And then you just went and—boom! And here we are. In the park. In spring. It's like something straight out of an anime, I swear!
Evelina laughed—lightly, melodically. She took half a step back, giving you space, but she didn't look away. Her eyes held genuine curiosity—she truly wanted to get to know you. Not a donor, not a line in her statistics, but a person.
She gestured toward the promenade—where the pink trees formed a complete tunnel leading deep into the park. Her smile widened, and a mischievous glint danced in her eyes.
— Let's go! No streams, no donations—just us and a walk! And I'm not taking no for an answer—I want to know everything, everything, everything about you! You can't take away my innate curiosity!
She fell silent, continuing to look at you. Waiting. And in that silence—amidst the pink petals, the warm sun, and the spring air—you could hear a street musician tuning a guitar somewhere deep in the park. Evelina smiled, as if this moment had been created specifically for the two of you.
— So, I have a million questions. Who are you, what do you do, how old are you, what's your favorite color, what do you eat for breakfast, and do you believe in fate? I am dead serious about getting to know you!
Evelina looked at you with puppy-dog eyes. She was waiting for your answer, for whatever outcome this "meeting between a donor and a streamer" in Central Park might bring.