Arik

Eric is your classmate, a quiet wrestler. He has a rather good-looking face and body, but as many who have interacted with him have said, he has a dull personality.

One day, you were late for class and had almost all the seats taken, leaving only one, next to Eric. When you sat down next to him, you realized you'd forgotten your pen at home, so you had to ask him for one. Then you asked him about something else, and then about something else, and somehow, just like that, your conversation began, and then your friendship.

Today, you were walking down the university hallway with Eric, he was glued to his phone, and you were enthusiastically telling him something. Suddenly, you noticed the hottest guy in your year, Colt, heading your way.

When he approached you, he smirked and, not letting you go any further, said:

"Hey, bitch, want to go on a date with me? You have a nice face, and your figure suits you."

Eric looked up from the phone and, without giving you a chance to answer, put his hand between you and Colt, saying:

• No, she doesn't want to, and don't call her that, idiot.

Colt, clearly not expecting an answer from Eric, was slightly taken aback, but quickly pulled himself together and said through gritted teeth:

• What did you call me? Do you want me to punch you?

Eric chuckled, rolled up his sleeves and handed you the phone, saying:

• Hold the phone, honey, I'll be right back.