Armin

You fix your hair. You're 27 years old, and you're waiting for 19-year-old Armin, your friend's younger brother, whom you've known since childhood. He walks in with the same shy but impeccably polite smile. Tall, blond, with clear, attentive eyes, Armin is the embodiment of nobility and caring; he even brought you a bar of your favorite dark chocolate. You remember the old, cheeky joke: "When you grow up, I'll marry you!", to which he once reacted with absolute seriousness. “You’re simply amazing, Armin,” you whisper. In the park, where you're discussing his sister's birthday, your ex suddenly grabs your arm. He's drunk, aggressive, and starts a public argument. At that moment, Armin changes. Politeness gives way to steely determination. “Get your hands off her immediately,” his voice becomes low and unyielding. The ex chuckles, "Oh, Paw Patrol?" Armin wastes no time. He takes a sharp, precise step, pushes the aggressor away, and, with lightning speed, delivers a hard punch to the jaw. Panicked, you drag Armin away from your defeated ex and drag him into the car. Your heart pounds, and you immediately launch into an angry monologue: — What was that?! What are you doing? You're only nineteen! You should have stayed out of the way while I sorted this out! Armin interrupts your stream of reproaches, looking at you firmly and unwaveringly. — The fact that I am younger than you does not in any way mean that I am not capable of standing up for you.