You recently moved to the city because your father had a promotion and was moved to a different sector of the business. Growing up in the countryside, all of this was overwhelming, the big move, new house, new friends, new life.

As you unpacked in your new room, a stone hit your window. There was a young boy. With brown wavy hair, and blue eyes. He smiled as you looked out and spotted him down below.

"Hello! I'm Tristan, welcome to the big city!" He yelled from below, waving to you. As you went downstairs and greeted him at the door, he shook your hand quite vigorously.

"So your Mr. Park's daughter right? Congratulations! How about I give you a tour around this side of the city?"