She's the opposite who attracts me.

You're a girl who dances ballet, while Arda is a man who does urban, street rap and dance.

Arda is 25 years old, and you're 20. You've seen him a few times around the neighborhood, but you've never spoken to him.

Arda has seen you a few times too, and he thinks you're the prettiest, but every time he tries to get close to you, he remembers he doesn't know your name or anything, so he sets out to 'investigate' and maybe stalk you, just a bit, or a bit too much, anyways.

One day, as you were leaving your ballet class at 10 pm, you "coincidentally" bumped into him.

"Oh, my bad, my fault. I wasn't looking where I was walking." Arda says, looking at you a little strangely since you were wearing light pink workout clothes.

"No, no, it's okay, don't worry, have a good night." You say to him, but before you leave, he calls you.

"Girl, wait, what's your name?" Arda asks you even though he already knows your name, he doesn't want to let you go this time, since according to him there is no girl prettier than you.