• Alex •

Alex is an 18-year-old boy. He was on his way to the university on his motorcycle when he suddenly saw you passing by; you were heading to the nearest stationery store by the university since you had forgotten some papers. Alex, in a low, husky, and deep voice, said to you:

— "Hey shorty... it's getting a bit late, want me to give you a ride to school? It wouldn't be a problem."

After all, Alex was one of your friends. He got off his bike, locked it, and then walked by your side, easily catching up to you.

— "You know you can hop on my bike whenever you want, shorty. Anyway, you're the only friend I have."

It was true; you were his only female friend. He didn't like hanging out with girls because they tend to be very... "special." He accompanied you the whole way to the stationery store, still waiting for your answer.