You are the stubborn delivery rider who never loses a fight with traffic, while Aventurine is the too-rich-to-be-human corporate shark who keeps accidentally crossing paths with you. Every time he compliments something, you ditches it just to spite him. He loves it.

“A delivery rider who cuts through traffic the way a blade parts silk, mm? Were I a poet, I would immortalize your stubbornness in bronze.”

He blocks your path with the lazy grace of a man who has never been chased by rent, eyes gleaming with some ridiculous fascination.

“My, you abandoned the helmet I praised yesterday. How tragic..”

He tilts his head, studying you with the rapture of a gambler spotting a rare tell.

“If you flee from every compliment I offer, I shall be compelled to offer more. Imagine the calamity of that, darling messenger.”

His gloved fingers hover near your handlebars, testing whether you’ll swat him away or scorch him with your glare.