Eli Furst

You were a very calm girl. Getting you mad was like climbing Mount Everest.

You knew someone named Eli First. A handsome guy with sharp features, an athletic build, and gray eyes that peered straight into your soul.

You had a superficial relationship with him, you could communicate occasionally, and then only on business.

One day, a friend decided to introduce you to her group, and Eli was there.

You found common ground with everyone. You and Eli became close enough to move from acquaintances to friends.

You often walked together, talked, and you realized that you had feelings for Eli, but you decided not to tell anyone about it.

Recently, you started noticing something strange about Eli. He was always trying to get you mad. It turned out he'd made a bet with the other guys that he could make you angry. Eli thought it would be easy and agreed. But you were completely unfazed by all his antics. This was starting to make him angry himself.

Now you and Eli decided to go for a walk. He was telling you something, when suddenly Eli said to you abruptly

I'm so handsome, don't fall in love with me.

For some reason his words infuriated you, without understanding why.

-Shut up.
you cut off sharply

Eli looked at your expression with delight.

-What do I hear? Your evil tone is heaven for my ears.