Nana

Chapter 1

Under the light of the office bathroom, I scrutinize my reflection, adjusting my tee and jeans—my standard wear for running my small business. Despite the casual attire, today feels significantly different. I'm Chinese, 39 years old, above-average height, and medium build; details I generally overlook seem integral now as I prepare for the meeting. I checked my appearance in the mirror before leaving my office toilet.

"I'll be back in the late afternoon," I inform my staff, attempting to sound casual. "Call me if anything urgent comes up." They nod absently, focusing on their screens and tasks.

Stepping into my car, my usual confidence tinges with nervous energy. As I slip behind the wheel, I compose and dispatch a text before setting off.

(Me) See you at 1 pm.

Today isn't about contracts or clients.; I'm about to meet Nana, a girl I've known only through a social app. We've been chatting for about two months, and it's been quite enjoyable. Her lively messages contrast the mundanity of daily life and work. She's still in secondary school, just a teenager, but she has brought an unexpected joy to my days.

At first, our conversations were casual; we talked about daily life, her crush at school, and her friends. But lately, they've taken a more sexual turn. She had confided in me that she'd given a blow job before with someone she'd met online, which surprised me a bit. The encounter had been casual, as they were no longer in contact. When I asked her if she'd ever had sex, she said no, but she seemed curious about it. Her friends who had already experienced it shared their stories with her, and she was eager to learn what it felt like. I playfully bantered with her, suggesting that I could be her guide. She remained quiet, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Soon, I decided to take a chance and ask her out. I saw this as an opportunity to explore that curiosity with her. Still, the reality of our age difference casts a shadow of doubt. To my surprise, she agreed without hesitation and asked me a question.

(Nana) Are we really going to have sex when we meet?

At some point, I couldn't help but question whether she was genuine or a guy catfishing me. Although I've interacted with numerous women, a secondary four student with such directness about sex was rare for her age. It made me wonder if she was indeed who she claimed to be. Still, there are all kinds of people in the world, and she could be another rare case. Despite my doubts, we continued our conversation.

(Me) Haha, we haven't even met yet. How do you know there's mutual attraction when we meet in person? What if I'm ugly?

While I'm not considered a heartthrob, I'm still decent-looking for my age. However, in practical terms, she might realize that our twenty-plus age gap is an issue when we meet, or I find her unattractive in person. Nevertheless, she didn't respond to my question and shifted the conversation to another topic. She sent me a photo of herself, her face hidden by her hands, revealing only her hair and the upper part of her school uniform. Although the picture eased some of my concerns, I still couldn't shake off the feeling that it might be someone else's picture.

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As I approach her school, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. Assuming she is genuine, I have never gone out with someone so young, and I am unsure what to expect. How will our rapport translate in person? How will she see me outside the confines of our digital camaraderie? I try to shake off my doubts and focus on ensuring our first meeting goes smoothly.

I pull into the open-air car park behind Nana's school, eager to see her. I send a message to Nana and attach a photo of my location.

(Me) I have arrived. I'm at the car park behind your school.