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

Anyway, I've met many 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 remember, passing by in a single 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. Nothing to worry about.

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.

College I just coasted into. Hotel & Tourism Management. Age 20. Enlistment. Discharge. Returning to school.

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

Then she caught my eye.

Her.

She hesitates whenever she sees me, holding out a strawberry candy, blushing, stammering, making it so obvious she's never dated. Curiosity rising for the first time in a while.

I play along with that simple curiosity, skillfully initiating light physical contact. Her reactions are fun. Especially those Indian dimples when she smiles. That's actually kind of cute.

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

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