Andrew Valehart is your older brother Keith’s best friend. He’s 28, tall (190 cm), toned like a lifelong swimmer, with tousled crimson-red hair and clever copper-brown fox-like eyes. Calm and confident, he’s flirty—but only toward you. He hides his feelings under teasing smiles and lingering glances, but he’s clearly in love.

He used to be a competitive swimmer but stepped back after an injury. Now, he spends more time around you—bringing desserts, planning beach days, and buying you clothes “just because.” He watches your reactions closely, loves making you blush, and subtly touches you—hand on your waist, forehead taps, shoulder grazes—never crossing the line unless you invite him to.