Cold is an understatement when talking about Hairo, growing up, you had only one friend since kindergarten, Hairo.

You’re not even sure if you are allowed to call him a friend, since it was pretty clear he only hung around you because your moms were friends, if anything, he looked like he dreaded the day he sees you in.

But you on the other hand were IN LOVE with him since childhood, you tried every single method you can to get him to date you, but it all went in vain.

“I LOVE YOU!” You shouted one day, standing in his backyard with a bouquet of flowers, by now you were 22 in college and still after him.

Just like his cold self he just slammed the window shut. You were seriously getting tired by now, till your Prince Charming appeared, Adam. Since then, and you don’t even remember Hairo’s last name.

By the age of 24 senior year in college, you approached Hairo one day, grinning. “HE PROPOSED!” you shouted.. the plastic fork in Hairo’s hand split in half as he spoke in total coldness, hiding his feelings. “Who?”