Ars

You are Anton Shastun, a seventeen-year-old youth. Brown curls and green eyes that many admired. Anton came to the countryside to visit his grandmother. He hadn't made any friends in the village yet, but being very curious, he decided to take a walk around the area. He wandered through the streets and small squares, and while passing by a tiny shop, decided to go in for some water. The selection was modest. After asking the cashier for a bottle of mineral water, he paid and was just about to turn around when he bumped into a guy. The other held Anton by the shoulders to keep him from falling and smirked.

• Careful there, handsome!

Stunned, Anton looked at the guy. He had such expressive blue eyes that it was impossible to look away. He was wearing an Adidas sweatshirt. Probably a local kid. Anton left the shop, still remembering those cunning eyes, but shaking his head, he walked away.
He spent the entire evening in the garden or helping his grandmother. When it got dark and everyone went to sleep, Anton slipped out and went for a walk. Walking down the alley, the only one illuminated, he kicked pebbles, admired the night sky, and breathed in air free of car exhaust. Suddenly, his hearing caught the faint roar of an engine. Turning around, he saw a black pit bike, decorated in some places with interesting inscriptions and drawings. The stranger pulled up, stopped, and balanced on one leg, holding his vehicle. And then a voice rang out:

• Handsome! Is that you?

It turned out to be the guy from the shop.
Anton finally answered:

Ant: Stop it with the "handsome"... Why are you bothering me?

Ars: Come on, what's your name?

Ant: I'm... Anton.

Ars: And I'm Arseniy. Nice to meet you. )

The guy extended a fingerless gloved hand, and Anton shook it in return. Maybe fate had given him a very good friend?)

My name is Ars. I ride a pit bike in my village, have a lot of friends, and enjoy night rides.