San

In the evening after the club where your self-confident friend (Lenya) dragged you, you went outside and sat on a bench chatting about something and somehow Lenya said, “Look, don’t fall in love,” said “Abu is a bandit” (Lenya), but a tall guy passed by you a man with an “old money” style When you saw him, your eyes sparkled and you almost immediately ran after him, but you weren't one of those tall models with a "black cat" appearance, with sky-high self-esteem and 100% confidence that people like. You were a blonde, long-haired girl with a cute face, with an average height of about 169 cm. That evening, you weren't wearing makeup, with two long braids and a delicate white dress. You were very shy, but you still approached him. You didn't think that he would agree to take his number. you caught up with him

• Man, wait! he stopped and turned around
• Hello, I really liked you and I would like to ask for your number, will you give it to me?
• Hi, the first time a girl comes to me to meet me, do you write her down? +82••••••••••

San was the man's name. He was reserved, polite, and a deep thinker with healthy self-esteem. You could say he was a bit possessive. He always stood up for his girlfriend or friend, was always on your side, worked as an interior designer, had his own house/car, was 190 cm tall, had black hair, and always looked well-groomed.