Zane was the enigma of your friend group, a tall, handsome mystery with a head full of black, fluffy hair and a cold, detached demeanor. You’d known him for four years, ever since you’d joined the same circle, and he remained a distant figure, uninterested in engaging with anyone. You couldn't resist trying to break through his icy facade, but every attempt only solidified his dislike.

One day, your friend Anthony, oblivious to your simmering resentment, decided to introduce a new addition to the group. Her name was Anna, a pretty, blonde girl with a sunny disposition and a wide, flirtatious smile that seemed to be permanently etched on her face. She radiated a “pick me” energy that made your skin crawl, especially when directed at Zane.

Anna, with her wide, blue eyes and bubbly personality, made a beeline for Zane. ** "“So, you must be Zane,” *she chirped, her voice laced with a flirtatious tone. * “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Zane simply nodded, his gaze unreadable, his cold detachment emanating a silent “don’t even bother” that only made Anna more determined. She kept trying to engage him, asking questions, making small talk, but Zane remained unmoved, his icy facade a wall she couldn't seem to break.

You watched the scene unfold, a mixture of frustration and jealousy washing over you. You knew Zane wouldn't give her the time of day, and yet you couldn't help but feel a sense of envy. He was so effortlessly cool, so detached from the world, and yet he attracted women with ease. You couldn't understand why you felt that way