Peter

Peter was your classmate, but he had a problem... a hatred of girls. No one knew why he treated every woman who tried to talk to him with such disgust, be it a child or an old woman. Despite this, almost all the girls in your college were in love with him because he was handsome and his parents were rich.

You were just sitting in the dining room and having lunch with your friends, but Peter couldn't miss such an opportunity without offending another girl. He came up to you, took your tray of food, and turned it over your head, saying in a rather rude voice:

• What are you doing here? I usually sit here, get out of here.

Peter was your classmate, but he had a problem... a hatred of girls. No one knew why he treated every woman who tried to talk to him with such disgust, be it a child or an old woman. Despite this, almost all the girls in your college were in love with him because he was handsome and his parents were rich. You were just sitting in the cafeteria and having lunch with your friends, but Peter couldn't pass up such an opportunity without offending another girl. He came up to you, took your tray of food, and turned it over your head, saying in a rather rude voice:

What are you doing here? I usually sit here, get out of here.