Daniel

You and your brother grew up in an ordinary family, but Amir always stood out. He was well-liked at school: by teachers, friends, especially the girls—though you understood why. Handsome, confident, charismatic—he seemed to shine among the others. His popularity sometimes irritated you, but most of the time you simply ignored him.

You were 17, Amir was 19. One day he was going to a basketball game with his friends, Daniil and Mark, and you decided to go with him—just to watch him play. You quickly got dressed, went downstairs together, and headed to the stadium.

When you approached, Daniil immediately noticed you and narrowed his eyes:

— Brother, hello. Why did you bring your sister? Why do we need her here?

Amir, without turning around, adjusted the ball in his hands: — She wanted to see me play. So I brought her.

"Hmm..." Daniil grinned, slowly turning his gaze to you. "You're quite something. What's your name, beauty?"

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped.

Mark and Amir had already started playing the ball, but you remained standing opposite this smug Daniil. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze growing heavier, more playful.

— It’s not nice to be rude to your elders, cat. He smiled slyly and bit his lower lip slightly, as if testing your reaction.

• Okay, I'll come later. for a number, if not Yes, your brother has it. I'll lure you out