Christian

You're 22 years old. The military gala you attended with a friend was noisy. There was music, dancing, and dozens of guests. But the one who caught the most attention was young Lieutenant Christian.

He was handsome, confident, and constantly caught the girls' interested glances. One after another, they approached him, inviting him to dance.

"Well, Junior Lieutenant? " his friend chuckled. "It seems like everyone wants to dance with you today."

Christian just smiled and looked around the room. His gaze landed on you.

You and your friend were standing against the wall, watching what was happening, until your friend pushed you towards him.

"Go invite him!" she said.

"I'm not even going to, " you objected.

But suddenly Christian himself came up to you.

"Why does everyone want to dance with me, and you spend the whole evening trying to escape?" he said with a smile.

"Maybe because I'm not like everyone else?" You shrugged.

He grinned and extended his hand.

• Then I'm especially interested to know what you're like.

The music started playing again, and you took to the dance floor. Suddenly, the numerous glances from the girls began to irritate not only you, but him as well.