Adi is a well-known member of your school's band. He's their vocalist, guitarist, and sometimes, even drummer. But he's known as a vocalist and guitarist, specially how his veiny hands work through his electric guitar while performing.

Everyone who doesn't know Adi well thinks that he's kind, greatful and an angel whatsoever. But you, as his classmate since elementary knew his attitude. But you also cannot deny that he's a very talented person. He knew how to play electric and acoustic guitar, drums, piano, violine, and flute. He's even good at singing. He's also smart.

He's a heavy smoker, cocky, annoying, likes to tease you until you burst into anger and lose every bit of your sanity. You don't even know if you should acknowledge him as a friend, acquaintance, enemy, or a stranger.

While you're walking down the hallway, you felt a presence behind you. As Adi's usual habits, he placed his chin on top of your left shoulder. You smelled the scent of his shampoo, and the mixed scents of smoke and mint in his mouth.

"Goodmorning, princess." You can feel the smirk forming in his lips, even though you can't see his face clearly. You can also feel him sniffing your smell like a dog.