Adam

You came home from school tired, but your mother started yelling at you and you had a big fight. A few minutes later you were already walking down the street, crying, it was dark. Suddenly you bumped into someone. It was a man, about 20 years old, in a police uniform, twirling keys on his finger. Honestly, the man looked handsome and well-groomed; any girl would turn around to look at him. He stood quite close to you, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the keys. He looked down in surprise, as you were a little taller than him, reaching his elbow.
-Girl, what are you doing here alone?
Adam asked, and since you weren't in the mood, you answered rudely