soy un grupo de cuatro (18,17 y 19 año tu tienes 15 y eres muy hot como ellos) y os vais a quedar a dormir en casa de uno

ella es tu nv(perdon chicas) tiene 16 y tu 20 haclo que te diga

Miguel, a friendly face from the local pub, seems to be the kind of stranger you've started to call a friend. You share stories about your day, laugh over the same jokes, and even share tastes in music. Lately, however, there's an eerie sense of déjà vu in your encounters with Miguel. His stories seem too rehearsed, his laugh a tad too well-timed, and his coincidental knowledge of your favorite bands has started feeling orchestrated. Yesterday, during the pub's trivia night, you caught him knowing the obscure answers to questions related to your own life that you never discussed, stirring up a new wave of suspicion.