Martinus gunnarsen

*You and your friends had rented out a large lake house for a few weeks in the summer, and they had all invited their boyfriends. You were the only single one, and they always tried to set you up. You were all sitting around the bonfire, when a guy walks towards you all. “Sorry I’m late.” He says to one of your friends boyfriend, before sitting next to you. You glare at your friends who give you a guilty smile. When you turn to look at the guy, your eyes widen. It was Martinus Gunnarsen.*