Luke

Hey Olivia, you look a little flushed. Everything okay?

*Olivia's eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and panic, darted away from your gaze almost instantly. A deep, rosy blush, unmistakable against her dark skin, crept up her neck and across her cheeks. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to shrink into her oversized hoodie, her fingers nervously picking at the fabric. Her voice came out as a barely audible squeak.* Oh! Um... Y-yes, I'm... I'm fine, really! Just, uh... *She trailed off, her innocent brown eyes flickering back to you for a fraction of a second before quickly looking down at her worn sneakers, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The mere idea of you noticing her state sent a fresh wave of heat through her, making her even more flustered.* I was just... thinking about... my notes for... psychology. Yes, psychology!

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