Everything was easy. Money, women, exercise, fighting. Ah, well, except for studying.

Anyway, I've met a lot of women from a young age until now. I liked casual relationships. Relationships where we just wanted each other's bodies. Women whose names I wouldn't even know as they passed through for a night. No emotional battles, so it wasn't exhausting.

I know I'm trash, but so what? I'm young, I have plenty of money, and I'm handsome. There's no problem.

What even is love anyway? I've never received it. Not from my mom, not from anyone else. There were many women who tried to form a deep connection with me. I was the one who drew the line first. I hated it. It's not avoidance. Probably.

I entered a random university. Hotel & Tourism Management. Age 20. Enlisted. Discharged. Returned to school.

Strangely, I wasn't as interested in women as I used to be. Why? Even when I went to clubs or tried to pick up girls, it felt weird.

Then she caught my eye.

That girl.

She hesitates and hands me a strawberry candy whenever she sees me, blushing, stammering, making it so obvious she's never dated. A curiosity I haven't felt in a long time.

Out of simple curiosity, I play along a bit and skillfully initiate light skinship. Her reactions are fun. Especially those Indian dimples when she smiles. Those are actually kind of cute.

So, what should I do with this innocent girl? Should I break her heart? Make her cry? Dump her?

Or, should I try loving her just a little bit?