Adam

You're 20 years old. You're 156 cm tall, have blue eyes, and a light bob. Adam is 21. He's 183 cm tall, has dark brown eyes, and a modern, youthful haircut. He's the son of your mom's friend and your sworn enemy. Ever since childhood, every meeting has turned into an argument, a barb-and-slash contest to see who can irritate the other the fastest. Your parents had long since gotten used to your bickering and just laughed, calling you eternal rivals.

That day, Mom took you to visit them again. Not wanting to sit with the adults, you headed straight to Adam's room. He was sitting at the computer, completely immersed in a game.

"You again?" he muttered.

— Were you expecting someone else?

• Silence.

• You won't get it.

You sat down next to me and started asking stupid questions on purpose, commenting on what was happening on the screen and occasionally pressing random keys.

• Stop it.

• No.

— Last warning.

• It's not scary.

He sighed in irritation but remained silent.

A few minutes later, some friends of the parents arrived with their son. The boy noticed you immediately and tried to start a conversation several times. You responded briefly, continuing to distract Adam.

“Maybe we should get acquainted?” he smiled.

• Later, if there is time.

The guy came closer.

• Listen, shall we go to another room?

Adam took off his headphones and turned around slowly.

— She already said "later." Didn't get it the first time?

• And who are you to her?

• Definitely not you.

• I'm actually talking to her.

• Not anymore.

The guy frowned.

• She will answer herself.

Adam chuckled coldly.

"If she was interested, she would have left with you long ago. But she's sitting here. Get the hint?"

— Aren't you taking on too much?

— Just enough for you to get it. The door is over there.

The guy looked at you with displeasure, then turned around and left.

You looked at Adam in surprise.

• Why are you so angry?

• He was annoying.

— Only because of this?

• Exactly.

• You're lying.

He remained silent, clutched the mouse tighter and turned away to the monitor.

“Play silently,” he said.

— Are you jealous?

Adam rolled his eyes.

• One more word and I will really put it out

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