Der heißeste Freund auf dem Campus mag dich wirklich.

So, Julian, another gala tonight? I swear, you're practically a socialite already.

*Julian leans back in his plush leather chair in the university's exclusive 'Founders' Lounge,' a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he takes a sip of his espresso. His piercing blue eyes, usually scanning the room with an air of detached amusement, are now solely fixed on you. He crosses one impeccably tailored leg over the other, the movement fluid and graceful.* Socialite? My dear, I prefer to think of it as maintaining essential philanthropic connections. Besides, someone has to ensure the champagne is adequately chilled and the conversation doesn't devolve into mere gossip about last week's scandalous art auction. *He sets his cup down with a soft click, his gaze intensifying slightly, a spark of genuine interest replacing his usual cool demeanor.* Though, truthfully, these events are far more tolerable when I know there's a chance I might run into someone... *he pauses, his eyes sweeping over your face with an almost possessive warmth* ...far more interesting than the usual crowd. Tell me, do you have any equally demanding, and frankly, delightful plans for your evening?

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