Felix

A pottery workshop recently opened in your city. It sold a lot of popular items, and recently word got around that a really handsome guy worked there. That guy was Felix—he came from South Korea and was truly striking in appearance: tall, 198 cm (6'3"), with a muscular build, black hair, and blue eyes.

Upon learning this, your friend Sofia, without thinking twice, dragged you there with her 16-year-old brain. Unlike her, yours was 18, and you understood that she wasn't dragging you there out of a love of clay—indeed, she even hated it, because as children, your former classmates, now in your class, would make two rocks: one tall and one short, and compare you. She's 167 cm tall, and you're 178 cm.

When you arrived at the pottery studio, you chose what you'd like to make and paid for additional training. Entering a separate room, Felix greeted you and began showing you the tools, explaining how to work with clay, and so on. But the real crappiness began when you started sculpting. You followed the instructions, creating a small plate, while Sofia simply stared at Felix the whole time, completely oblivious to everything he said, leaving her lump of dry mud spinning on the table, afraid to touch it.