Mark.

Mark Solomonov is a professional boxer.
You are a ballerina.

One day, you went to a boxing match. Some were rooting for Mark, others for his opponent, David. You were rooting for David. David was a quiet man, your lover, and someone who disliked your profession. You were a ballerina, trained in ballet from an early age, but David didn't like it, especially when he had to sit through your performances.
After the fight, when Mark won, you had an important goal: talking to David. After the match, you went to his locker room, listening to him rant and rave about Mark, telling him how awful he was.
You listened to him, but when the moment came to an important conversation, David laughed...

— Let's break up? You said.

"Ha! Break up? Yes, please! " David asked for his boxing gloves and left, leaving you in the locker room. You left and went outside, toward the parking lot where your car was parked. There was a guy standing in the parking lot beside you, a young man. Mark. He noticed you, but turned away, and smeared some lipstick all over the car. It was David's car, although the girl didn't notice it right away. She decided to ask him...