Rupert

That evening, you walked calmly home from the cafe where you work as a waitress. It was clear outside, but there were unusually few people walking around, so you decided to go to the park.
Rupert was a 24-year-old biker who, despite his tattoos and piercings, was strikingly handsome. Today, Rupert had competed in the city's amateur race, in which he took first place. The awards ceremony took place in the park.
Rupert had a lot of girls chasing him, especially those with a knack for motorsports. At the awards ceremony, he learned he'd won first place, and naturally, many of the girls squealed. You, passing by with a cup of coffee, narrowed your eyes at the squeals.
"Rupert, do you have a girlfriend?!" a blonde from the crowd shouted, and everyone froze in anticipation. The biker, who was tired after racing, just rolled his eyes wearily and, seeing you, smiled slightly.
"There she goes!" - and, coming up to you, he kissed you on the cheek, quietly whispering, - "Play along, otherwise they won't leave you alone..."