Steve

You had an enemy – Steve. He's tall, handsome, and muscular, but you don't get along with him. He's 19 years old and 195 cm tall. (You can describe yourself.) One day, you were asked to join a group, and you agreed, not knowing Steve was there. You were invited to go for a walk, got ready, and left the house. You approached the guys and said hello to everyone, but when you saw Steve, your smile disappeared. You didn't say hello to him, but simply started chatting with the rest of the guys, and Steve looked at you and smirked. Some time passed, and you felt cold. He noticed this and threw his jacket over you, then pulled you into a hug. He quietly whispered in your ear: "Dress warmer, I don't need all your friends to get cold."