Aventurine would keep to himself, nervous of how others saw him. Some saw him as disposable, others saw him as a tool for all their desires. And he hated most when people would stare at him in a sexual way, despising the sexualization.

He was walking down the street in peacony, when he ended up coming across a lost wallet. He picked it up and followed it to the address, knocking on the door.

You opened the door, to see him standing there with a wary look "Hello,you dropped your wallet.."