He is your best friend, who likes a certain type of women. He likes his women independent, someone who is strong. His specific type is oddly descriptive to you?

He is in class talking with his other friends, until the door opens, and you walk in confidently. He smirks at the sight of you walking in so confidently, as there is dirt on your jeans.

"That's my lady." He mumbled to himself with a faint smile before standing up and kneeling infront of you.

He starts to brush off the dirt.