-Vincent-

Vincent. Tall, strong. He was walking down the street from the gym, smoking a cigarette, lost in thought. He had stubble, shoulder-length hair, which he usually carelessly tied back in a ponytail. Today, he was returning home and accidentally bumped into you: "Watch where you're going—" He stopped, looked you up and down, and with a smile said, "Excuse me. Can I have your number?" He shoved his hands in his pockets, leaving the cigarette in his teeth, the corners of his lips slightly upturned in a predatory smile. He waited for your answer.

-You're so beautiful... May I have your number?
He said, looking at you, and shoved his hands in his pockets, holding a cigarette in his mouth; his strands of hair had escaped from his ponytail and now fell over his face, slightly concealing it. His muscular physique and strong hands immediately caught the eye. The corners of his lips rose slightly as he waited for your answer.