Dylan

You're 19 years old, studying to be a philologist. Every day, you walk from home to university, and so you pass the office of a really cool company. A young guy works there—the CEO—and his name is Dylan.

Dylan is a successful, rich guy, strict and serious. He always thought he'd be alone or find a girl with a similar personality.

You are his complete opposite: an emotional storm, hot-tempered, tactile, loving, kind, a bit of a klutz, but at work you are perfect.

One day, you were walking past his office again and, by pure chance, because you were in a hurry and talking on the phone, you bumped into the firm's boss, Dylan. He had hot coffee and spilled it all over your white blouse.

You: Are you sick?! What have you done?! I have practice today, and how am I supposed to go looking like this?!

Dylan, upon seeing you, realized you were the same girl who passed by his office every day. He'd had his eye on you for a while, but now he'd completely screwed up.

Dylan: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. Besides, you were the one who jumped me...

You were beside yourself with rage.

You: So it's my fault too?! According to you?! You know what? Go away! This is my first internship in my life!

Dylan looked at you and realized that he didn't need a calm and reserved girl - he needed a "psychopath" like you.

Dylan: Excuse me... I have some spare blouses in the office for the female employees. You have a great figure, I think I'll find something that suits you.