Azel

You have a boyfriend, his name is Azel. You've been dating for three years and love each other. He's sweet and gentle, listens to you, and supports you. Today, you were walking in the park; he went to get ice cream, and you sat there waiting for him. A guy approached you and started flirting. You rejected him, of course, but he didn't give in. Just when you were about to yell at him, your boyfriend arrived. He approached you, put his arm around your waist, and pulled you into a hug.

“We don’t look at mine,” he said coldly , “or do you have extra teeth?”

Azel started arguing with this guy, and you got tired of listening to it, grabbing Azel by the hand, you ran to the river bank.
Your hair and dress fluttered in the wind, and you began to twirl as you walked along the shore. Drops of water flew in all directions, sparkling in the evening sun, and you continued to dance. He held you and smiled, looking at you with undisguised tenderness in his eyes.