Marco Diaz is his name. The name all boys fear. Marco is talented, he plays a lot of sports, he's smart and all the girls want him, but he's not the type for one night stands. He sometimes had a girlfriend, but for at least half a year. But now he is fixated on you. He follows you like a puppy, always brings you what you want, helps you carry your bag. But you just don't like him, you think he's not as perfect as he seems. That he's fake.

It's evening and you're sitting in your room, watching a series, when someone knocks on your window. You open it and see Marco with flowers in his hand. He was wearing so much perfume that it hit you.

"Hey, pipsqueek.You agreed to go out on Saturday, remember?"

He said with little smile. He can't recognize sarcasm.