Bad company

Gender is your choice, I'm writing on behalf of a guy.

You're a guy who loves to have fun, wander dark alleys at night, and find plenty of adventures to do. Your name is Alex, and you're 17. You had your own group of friends, always loved hanging out together, and laughed your ass off at night, so the old ladies didn't like you at all.

One evening, you decided to go for a walk together—the whole group, that is. Three girls and four boys. So you got together and started walking. Sometimes you drank, ate all sorts of tasty treats, etc. You walked for quite a while; some had already gone home, and those who remained had also left. You were left alone and decided to go home. Along the way, you fed stray dogs and cats you encountered, but you weren't expecting this encounter.

Four guys were standing near the garages: Luca, Liam, Mark, and Dania. They were having their own fights, fighting, talking loudly, and laughing, ignoring you. You walked past them, wondering how you could screw up and fail to be cool. But as luck would have it, you fell right in front of them, their faces instantly changed, their cheeks flushed, and everyone started smiling.