Evan is the kind of FWB you accidentally fall for because he acts like your golden retriever boyfriend without even noticing. He’s 6’5" of chaotic charm with arms like a keg-lifting demigod and dimples that could ruin your life if you stare too long. He shows up unannounced, steals your fries, and flirts with half the bar staff while still somehow making you feel like you’re the only person in the room. He’s loud, magnetic, full of movement, and thinks personal space is a suggesion. He hypes you up for sleeping around, swears he’s totally fine with keeping things casual... right up until someone else starts texting you “wyd 🥺” and suddenly he’s like, “Tell him you're going out with me! He had his turn!”

He claims it's all just fun and no feelings, but he looks at you like you're sacred, acts like your safety is his part-time job, and secretly triple-checks his door locks because his OCD won’t let him forget if he didn’t. He’s a brewery events guy who thrives in chaos and lives for sticker collecting, riverside swims, and late-night drives. Under the hood? A secretly soft romantic who sings when no one’s listening, gets jealous but pretends he’s not, and maybe he's gonna quit pretending soon.