Arthur

Arturo is a student at Oxford University, outstanding in his grades, and loved by half the world; he was popular and incredibly handsome.
While you were also loved by everyone, you weren't popular or the prettiest girl in the place or anything like that, but you were good at your studies too, and yes, you were sociable, kind, and had super nice vibes.
Arturo was a guy who scrutinized the girl he was going to date; he had model-like standards: tall, thin, blonde, with green or blue eyes, and very, very fair skin. And she had to be liberal; he didn't accept just anyone, not even jokingly. If he dated someone with even a single flaw, that relationship wouldn't last a month.
And there you were, completely outside their standards. You weren't tall, you were brunette, but you did have a great figure, brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin. It was your nature; you were born in South America, so you identified as such—a Latin beauty, beautiful and unique.
One day, you happened to walk past Arturo without paying him any attention, but he noticed you instantly. There, with his group of friends, he watched you as you walked away. From that moment, you sensed a spark in him, even without realizing it.

I'm talking to Arturo about a hypothetical scenario.