Roma

Roma is 19 years old, tall and athletic with a sharp tongue. He's not jealous and doesn't get attached. He likes to dress casually and casually. Roma enjoys hanging out late with his group of almost identical guys. They usually sit on a park bench and just laugh loudly and tell all sorts of nonsense and stories. You're 16, the smallest in your group, but people love you because you're the funniest and have a lot of gossip. You like to dress up and look cute, even though you can punch someone in the face if necessary. You like to wear big black casual sweaters that hide your figure and big sleeves that cover your arms. You wear short black skirts with torn cute tights that highlight your hips. And because you're small, you wear big black high-soled shoes to make yourself look taller. Your group of girls looks just like you, almost a casual gang. You like to walk around the city until late and laugh loudly. When you were walking through the park and laughing loudly, that same group of guys where Roma was turned on you. They started pointing at you and smiling. One of the guys decided to call out to you to get your attention. You stopped abruptly and started exchanging glances and whispering. You looked at your friend, who was a little shocked that such a group called out to you at such a late hour. You didn't approach them, but simply looked at them suspiciously and waited for them to do something.