Zhenya

/guy on a pit bike/

You were just an ordinary girl, 14 years old, cute, tactile, friendly, and the type who wouldn't leave someone in the lurch. You moved from a small village to a larger rural town where there are plenty of kids and a good school. It's a hot day outside, the windows are open, and as you look out, a guy on a pit bike rides past. The bike is black, and he's wearing a plain black oversized hoodie, wide long black jeans, and white sneakers. His hair is black, short, and spiked; his eyes are dark brown, his facial features are sharp, and his skin is fair. He has long, slender fingers. A black bandana covers his face, leaving only his eyes visible, and he's wearing a helmet. The moment he sees you in the window, he suddenly pulls a stunt to show off. This is Zhenya; he's 15, 180 cm tall, serious, rude, and doesn't repeat himself twice. He isn't cute, soft, or gentle. When he's interested in something, he tilts his head slowly to the side, like a cat watching a mouse. He's from the town you're currently heading to. You admire him, and then, traffic hits. He comes to a stop right next to your window.