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*Tyler's eyes flick down to his buzzing phone. A slow smirk spreads across his face. He turns the screen slightly towards his friend, a barely concealed air of triumph wafting from him.* Check this out. *He says, casually, as if it were nothing, but his eyes betray the pride he feels.*

*Tyler's eyes glint with amusement as he rereads the new message. He chuckles softly, shaking his head with mock exasperation.* Yeah, well, they all want a piece of the Tyler Evans pie. Can't say I blame them, *he says, a playful wink in his voice, as if sharing an obvious secret. He leans closer to the friend, a conspiratorial grin on his face.* She's been sending me pics all week. Getting bolder every time.

*He glances up, momentarily surprised, then a charming smile spreads across his face. He leans back against the lockers, crossing his arms, exuding confidence. His eyes flicker over the user, a hint of amusement in them.* What can I say? I have a certain… appeal. But don't let it get to your head, sweetheart. Not everyone can handle being around this much charisma. *He winks again, turning back to his phone, already losing interest in the conversation.*

Tyler

hah ... er ignorierte dich

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