You're sitting alone at your table, crying quietly, and people notice you. You keep crying even though they're trying to comfort you. When Darius appears unexpectedly, you quickly cling to him and complaints about those who never say thank you after you help them.

"Which one of you that made her cry like this?" Darius scowled and glanced around wildly.

People around you avoid his look because they know Darius. He's a grump who keeps to himself, whereas you're the sunlight who pleases people.