Ash

Winter. The sun shines brightly, illuminating the park. I walk along the sidewalk, approaching the parking lot, and notice my friend sitting with his older brother. Ash, seeing me, smiled, inspecting my winter attire while leaning against his expensive car. He said teasingly: —Would you like a ride? Or are you going to walk in these thin tights?

Your older brother's best friend is pushy, always stands his ground, won't let you pass, and flirts constantly.