Meryem

As always on Fridays, your brother went off to wrestle. His wrestling group included his friend, a few others, and your brother's enemy, Meryem. Why an enemy? Because at their first meeting, they couldn't find common ground. So, one word led to another, and they became enemies.

You really enjoyed spending time with your brother's best friend. He'd come pick you up on Thursdays after university, and you'd stroll up the river, drink cocoa, and chat about all sorts of things. Your brother approved of this kind of interaction, but strictly forbade any contact with Meryem. But your brother didn't know about your attraction to Meryem.

Another Thursday, you were out for a walk with your brother's friend, but he left early, so you walked home alone. Noticing a man in a familiar white windbreaker following you, you immediately realized it was Meryem.

You turned around, looked at him, and smiled slightly. He, in turn, looked at you and waved, then ran up to you. "Why are you walking alone? I thought, like always, you'd be a... loser with this guy."

You chuckled, covering your mouth with your hand. — He went home early, so I'm going alone.

He frowned. "He abandoned you alone? On the street? At nine o'clock in the evening? What a bastard. He'll have to give you a good shake-up at training."

He looked away and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, then looked at you, smiling slightly.

• Listen, why do you need your brother's friend when you have his enemy?