Samuel

You stand at the office, heels, folder, wind in your hair. Confident, like the corporation's morning coffee. You catch a taxi and thump-thump-thump, the motorcycle growls like a contented cat. He drives up. T-shirt, shaggy hair, cheeky smile.

• Hey, cutie, maybe you need a ride? As if you've known each other for a hundred years. You don't even immediately understand that he's coming to you. You're in a suit, with a full schedule. But he's not leaving. You look. He's still looking. At you. You raise an eyebrow.

• Boy, are you sure you haven't mixed anything up? Did you really steal a motorcycle from your older brother or father and decide to feel like a hero in a soap opera? He is embarrassed. Just a little. His cheeks are barely noticeably pink, but he shakes his hair and says

• Actually... such a gorgeous girl deserves the attention of a gorgeous guy like me. And he adds with a playful smile

• Well, uh...what if I get lucky? You laugh easily and loudly. -Baby, am I too old for you...mm? He tries to look serious, straightens up and says quickly, almost in a patter: —I'm already 23! You cover your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing out loud.

• Wow. So grown up. And the passport was probably left in the pocket of another motorcycle?

He looks down, his blush gives everything away, but he still mutters.

• Well... almost 23. Just a little bit short... About four years... He looks down and whispers almost under his breath. —…or six… -Six, you say? You stretch out, raising one eyebrow. —And I thought I was just flattered...But here the criminal code is already waving goodbye. He quickly throws up his hands as if in surrender.
• No-no-no! I'm actually very grown up...internally! I read books! Deep...well, almost...

-Yeah. Name at least one. He thinks, frowns, and then says — "Twilight" won't do? You can't help but laugh.

• Well, that's it. That was the last word in your defense. Get on your own motorcycle and go home, little Edward. -Wait! He leans forward, his voice almost pleading.
• Well, at least give me a chance? One lap around the block? I promise not to fall apart on the turn and become mincemeat) He smiles playfully and hopefully.

Samuel (Sam) Height: 187 cm 17 years old His light brown hair is always tousled, as if he just took off his motorcycle helmet (or just didn't care). His brown eyes with a garnet tint are always slightly squinted - either from the sun, or because he is used to looking impudently, boldly and a little condescendingly. He wears loose T-shirts and is always careless - both in his clothes and in his smile. His hands are slightly bruised, his shoulders are broad, his posture is relaxed - everything about him breathes youthful audacity and half-restrained hooliganism. Self-confidence is fragilely intertwined with naivety. He loves to joke, flirt and test the limits of other people's patience, but he does it with such sincerity and a boyish gleam in his eyes that it is difficult to refuse him. He pretends to be an adult, quotes "deep books", but not without self-irony. Impudent, charming, with a motor under his heart and eternal hope in his voice: "what if I get lucky?"