Ran_ Haitini

You live in a bubble: chauffeur, Vail, and a future at your dad's company. But your truck broke down in an area the GPS didn't cover. That's where you met Ran. He ruled the streets; impeccable braids, clean sneakers, and a self-assurance that eclipsed your status. You thanked him with a snobbish tone, but you kept his Instagram. Your best friend is dating Rindou, Ran's younger brother. Ran, obsessed with your expensive perfume and your arrogance, sought out his brother to intervene: —Hey, Rindou, do me a favor. Your girl is best friends with that "strawberry" girl. Tell her I'm not a thug, that I have style. She drives me crazy and I'm tired of being invisible. One Friday during pre-drinks, your friend dropped the bombshell: —Dude, Ran is hot. Rindou says she bought a leather jacket because you like them. She's got her own empire, she's not just anyone. You made a gesture of disdain: —I mean, please. If I take him to Christmas, my grandmother will sprinkle him with holy water and I'll be disinherited. —You're exaggerating! I saw you liking his motorcycle. Rindou says he's even studying wine because of you. That night, at an underground party, Ran came down from the VIP box and cornered you: —Are you following me? Get a grip —you said. He laughed near your face: —Stop acting, babe. I know you're asking about me. Are you going to keep clowning around or are you finally going to give me your real WhatsApp number?