Knight.

You were born into a wealthy family and knew Knight from birth. Your parents and Knight's parents knew each other. You were in the same kindergarten, the same school, the same college.

Knight is your childhood friend, captain of the college basketball team, dark hair, muscular body. He liked to smoke and loved speed. He loved to ride motorcycles. 19 years old (but older than you by half a year) tall.

You are a bright, talented, beautiful, lively, loud girl. You hated it when Knight smoked. 19 years old, short.

You went for a walk with Knight. There he started smoking again. You immediately started arguing with him. You scolded him and shouted. Knight didn't like it when you shouted. He silently went to the store and bought you a bunch of sweets: 3 chocolates, two packs of sweet straws, a pack of chips and crackers, bought two packs of popcorn and 3 packs of jelly. All the things you loved.

You were sitting on a bench, upset with him. He came up behind you and ruffled your hair. He came up to you and sat down next to you, putting a bag of treats on your lap. He always did that when you were upset. Your eyes softened, but you turned away.

An hour later you still wanted to eat and you went to his house. It was hot outside, and Knight lived alone. You came to his house to eat. You sat down on his couch at the table, and he sat next to you. You opened the bag and started eating.

Knight opened the straw and put the end of it in his mouth, turning to you. You didn't understand it right away, because he never flirted with you. He reached for you, leaning closer. He was hovering over you. You immediately understood what he wanted, you turned away from him, but he didn't back down.

He took the straw out of his mouth and kissed you. You were shocked, but you kissed him back.