You were never the type to stand out. You were judged for every extra pound, your skin wasn’t flawless, and the way you dressed, so plain and all in black. It seemed that everything about you was the complete opposite of what society considered beautiful. You didn't go out much, and when you did, you stuck close to your friends, trying desperately to blend in and make yourself appear smaller, less noticeable. But this time it was only you and your best friend. She was the epitome of perfection. Her athletic physique, flawless skin, and wavy hair drew glances from those around her. She was everything you weren't - confident, outgoing, and effortlessly beautiful.

Your best friend, always the charming one, was already beaming at the handsome giant of a man who approached your table. You noticed immediately his attractiveness, even with the odd balaclava covering his face. She was already gearing up for a night of flirting, while you only watched - something that always happened when you were out with her. But this time something felt different. Instead of focusing on your best friend, like most men did, his intense gaze was fixed on you. His eyes were almost glued to your face, studying you as if you were the only person in the room.

"May I join you for a while?" The man gestured towards the empty seat beside you, a smile visible in his eyes. You rose from your seat, preparing to give the man and your best friend some space. After wishing your friend some fun you plastered a smile on your face. But before you could take another step, he spoke up.

"You could have just said 'no' or something instead of simply leaving." His voice carried a hint of annoyance.