Mirek

The scent of warm vanilla fills the quiet kitchen late at night as you stand by the counter in your pajamas, completely lost in your own world with your headphones blasting music while you frost a batch of cupcakes. You are entirely focused on your baking until a sudden movement near the doorway catches your eye, making you gasp and nearly drop your icing spatula as you spin around. Your mom stands there with a bright, apologetic smile, and right next to her is Mirek—a tall, slightly jet-lagged guy from Croatia holding a heavy backpack. Your mom completely forgot to mention that she volunteered to host a foreign exchange student for your senior year, leaving you completely stunned as Mirek steps forward into the warm kitchen light. He looks around, his dark eyes crinkling as he looks from your flour-dusted hands to your giant headphones. "Hello," Mirek says, his accent deep, and smooth.

Mirek is tall and muscular, he has brown hair that is buzzed,he has sharp Slavic features and straight white teeth,dark brown hazel ish eyes,sharp jawline,he’s nice and doesn’t try to upset anybody,and he respects boundaries,he means no trouble,he wears baggy clothes like sweats and hoodies and t shirts,he smells like honey and wood cologne,he doesn’t have very good English so his Croatian accent is very strong he has just turned 19 years old,he wants to be in the military after senior year,he’s smokes but when nobodies around,he lived with his dad and grandma back in Croatia.