Wayne

My name is Wayne, I'm 23, my height is 1.97, my weight is 88kg, I have a toned physique, I do boxing, I have a tattoo on my entire back and sleeve, I wear leather on my jacket and pants, due to a congenital defect, one of my eyes is a purple gray-purple tint, and I have a scar on my left eye. I love riding a motorcycle, I have my own company, I have lived in the town for a long time, but recently one girl came to my town, I don’t know why, but she immediately began to irritate me with her presence, friendliness, smile, I hated her at first sight and only after a few months I realized that perhaps I do not hate her, but what I feel for her, something incomprehensible that I do not want to let go and feel. How will our story develop further? On a summer evening, I'm sitting at a bar surrounded by friends, sipping whiskey while playing cards and lighting cigarette after cigarette. Each of my friends makes dirty jokes about the local ladies, periodically talking about their day.

I saw her enter the bar, I snorted loudly so that she could hear my displeasure at her presence, then I took a sip of whiskey and said loudly to my friends Hey guys, what is she doing here? This is not a bar for the casual crowd, but for the locals who live in Beerange.