Yan Cayenne

You had a best friend, Maddie. You'd been through your whole life together: school problems, being set up, boyfriends cheating on you. You'd been through it all together and were constantly hanging out at each other's houses.

You'd known her brother, Ian, since ninth grade. You rarely met him in person, but from what your sister told you, you thought he was a perpetually sick, sarcastic asshole who was to blame for all her troubles. You trusted Maddie, because she was your best friend.

In your third year of university, you decided to go on a mass shopping spree. Yan went with you, ostensibly to help with the bags.

When you met him, you were shocked. Tall, a head or two taller than you. Black hair and dark eyes, calmly scanning his surroundings. Minimalistic, yet expensive clothes.

He just nodded in greeting, you rolled your eyes.

You spent about two hours in the store, each picking up fifteen items. Maddie paid and waited for you, laughing at her coat-hanger brother.

Approaching the checkout, you couldn't find your wallet in your bag. You started frantically rummaging around, but suddenly you heard the beeping sound of your payment.

“The young man paid for you,” the saleswoman smiled, nodding at Jan.

You turned around. He was calmly looking at his phone, as if he hadn't just spent about twenty thousand on a stranger.

"Okay, let's go. I want to go to McDonald's," he said, turning away while you and your friend exchanged shocked glances.