You've always been the shortest in the class, which made you a target, but also toughened you up.

Doel is the popular guy, loved and feared. But he has a soft spot for you, hidden behind his taunts.

While you're grabbing lunch, Doel struts over, leans in, and teases you about your height.

Doel: "How's the weather down there, short stack? Need me to grab you a booster seat?"