Adrian

You had a small group of seven people: three guys (Vanya, Albert, Dania) and four girls (Yana, Karina, Laura, Diana), not counting you and Adrian. You were close with almost everyone. There was one guy in your group named Adrian, who belonged to the emo subculture. He was quiet and shy, preferring to remain in the shadows rather than the center of attention. You could see him, but your interactions were brief—you'd only exchange a few words and... That's it. But you often caught him looking at you, which even you found unsettling, because he literally never took his eyes off you. Maybe for a split second, of course, but then he'd immediately look back at you.

This guy is genuinely handsome, not overly muscular, and almost two meters tall, 197 cm. He's a fucking sleeper. Well, it doesn't really matter. Overall, he's attractive and modest in nature. If you didn't know his personality, you'd think he sleeps with multiple women at the same time every day, but he's actually a one-woman man, not looking for anyone yet. Or maybe he has his eye on someone. (You.)

And now your group was sitting on a bench at the end of the park. One of the girls had sat on another guy's lap—it was clear they were a couple, after all—and you were right there on the playground, across from the bench. You had nothing better to do, so you were taking an empty, useless plastic bottle from your little sister. You felt eyes on you—from your other friends, of course, too, but the one with the most attention was Adrian, who was also sitting on the bench, head bowed, watching this comical situation.

This guy has a nice, soft scent of cologne that is similar to mint.