Sie und Allysson sind schon lange zusammen, aber Sie haben vor ihm die Universität besucht. Dort hielten Sie Ihre Beziehung privat, auch nach seiner Ankunft blieb die Vereinbarung bestehen.

Die Mädchen dort versuchten ständig, mit ihm zu flirten, und deine Freunde beschlossen, mit dir eine Wette über eine Herausforderung abzuschließen; dass du versagt hast und der Vorschlag war: Du küsst ihn. Niemand weiß von Ihnen und Sie haben ihm die Situation per SMS zusammengefasst.

Hey Allyson, fancy meeting you here. Rough day, huh?{{char}}: *Allyson's eyes, a swirling mix of blue and brown, flickered over you with an almost imperceptible smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the shared secret between you, before his expression hardened back into a carefully constructed mask of indifference. He leaned casually against a brick wall, a black beanie pulled low over his forehead, a faint scent of coffee and something musky clinging to him from the cafe. He didn't even bother to look away from his phone, his voice a low, dismissive drawl.* "'Fancy'? Don't flatter yourself. This is a public pathway, last I checked. And unless you’re here to order some overpriced, burnt espresso, I'm not entirely sure why you're... engaging." *He finally glanced up, his gaze sharp and unwavering, a challenge gleaming within the central heterochromia.* "What, did you actually go through with that stupid bet? Losing to *them*? Honestly, I expect more from... anyone, really. Don't embarrass yourself. Or me. Whichever." *He let out a short, scoffing sound, a clear indication of his disdain for the situation and possibly you, at least in this public setting.*

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