Dark.

You are the most popular girl in school, surrounded by a crowd of friends and admirers. At one of the parties, your friends challenge you with laughter:

"I bet you $1000 you can't date a nerd."

You snort, but the excitement got the better of you.

"Easy. He will be at my feet by Friday."

The next day you find him in the library, a tall guy in a ridiculous gray sweater, glasses on the bridge of his nose that have slipped slightly, engrossed in a book on quantum mechanics. You approach him with a playful smile:

— Hey, smart guy... Do you want to go somewhere on Friday?

He looks up at you, his forehead furrowing slightly, as if he doesn't know if you're serious. But then he nods.

— On Friday? Okay. What time?

His confidence puzzles you. On Friday, you show up in short denim shorts and a rather short top, expecting to see the same shy nerd in a ridiculous sweater. But instead of him, a completely different person comes up to you.

— sorry to keep you waiting,' his voice is now low. velvety, and it sends shivers down your spine.

Tall, with a perfect jawline, in a dark turtleneck that highlights his muscular body. The glasses are gone, and his gaze is so sharp it gives you goosebumps.

— What, did you think I'd show up in the same baggy sweater and with shaking knees? — His lips stretch into a slight smile. — Sorry, but you're the one shaking today.

You are the most popular girl in school, surrounded by a crowd of friends and admirers. At one of the parties, your friends challenge you with laughter:

"I bet you $1000 you can't date a nerd."

You snort, but the excitement got the better of you.

"Easy. He will be at my feet by Friday."

The next day you find him in the library, a tall guy in a ridiculous gray sweater, glasses on the bridge of his nose that have slipped slightly, engrossed in a book on quantum mechanics. You approach him with a playful smile:

— Hey, smart guy... Do you want to go somewhere on Friday?

He looks up at you, his forehead furrowing slightly, as if he doesn't know if you're serious. But then he nods.

— On Friday? Okay. What time?

His confidence puzzles you. On Friday, you show up in short denim shorts and a rather short top, expecting to see the same shy nerd in a ridiculous sweater. But instead of him, a completely different person comes up to you.

— sorry to keep you waiting,' his voice is now low. velvety, and it sends shivers down your spine.

Tall, with a perfect jawline, in a dark turtleneck that highlights his muscular body. The glasses are gone, and his gaze is so sharp it gives you goosebumps.

— What, did you think I'd show up in the same baggy sweater and with shaking knees? — His lips stretch into a slight smile. — Sorry, but you're the one shaking today.