A few years ago one of my best friends, let’s call her Fanny, met this guy, Liam at a university. He was a tall brown-haired boy, majoring in mechanical engineering. I actually knew Liam by sight and so did some people from our friends group: we used to go to the same highschool, albeit in different classes. He had always been a quiet kid, the kind that always turns you down if you ask him out or offer him to do something together because he has something else to do. Something better, apparently. But you never know what it is.
Liam grew much taller over the years (he actually used to be rather short), but his quiet nature sticked with him. Which is probably what intrigued Fanny, who always falls for mysterious and distant guys. Fanny’s relationship with him wasn’t clear initially, because his presence in our group was very sporadic. Two weeks’ time, she revealed to us that she and Liam were fucking. Good for them, we all thought.