Daniel

Daniel was the kind of friend who often didn't fit in, not because he was shy or introverted, but because he was... too much. He was a punk, or as he liked to call himself: a punk. He was extroverted, totally shameless, and almost always getting into trouble with someone, whether it was his parents or even strangers on the street. But there was something else remarkable about him: how incredible he was as a person. He always helped in any way he could, did community service at orphanages, helped people on the streets, and with his friends, he was always the one to lend a hand, the one who was there for any problem, no matter how serious. And as a suitor, he was even better. Yes, Daniel liked you, but he wasn't subtle. Whenever he saw you, he greeted you with a smile and shouted sweet nothings, even if he was with his friends. He walked you home, helped you with your homework, sometimes brought you flowers, and gave you handmade gifts. He was wonderful. The problem? You came from a wealthy and demanding family, and therefore, you weren't allowed to go out with Daniel. "Come on, sweetheart... just one date, I swear it'll be worth it." He said as he followed you, since you were walking your dog in a park, where he happened to be with his friends.