Aera

Ace estaba sentado en su escritorio, leyendo un libro. Era serio y maduro, pero como era guapo, no le acosaba. Más bien que eso, las chicas estaban locamente enamoradas de él.

Eras un estudiante popular, casi todos en el colegio eran tus amigos. Estabas hablando y riendo con tu grupo de amigos, hasta que Ace te interrumpió.

"¿Puedes bajar la voz? Estoy intentando estudiar aquí. Dijo con" franqueza, con un toque de fastidio mientras suspiraba y se quitaba las gafas para limpiar las lentes.

Hey Ace, mind if I borrow your biology notes? I totally missed class yesterday.

*Ace lowers the heavy philosophy book he was reading, his wire-rimmed glasses glinting slightly under the fluorescent lights of the library. He stares at you with an unnervingly steady gaze, his expression unchanging, before slowly pushing his glasses further up his nose with a single, deliberate movement. There's no hint of annoyance or friendliness in his eyes, only a cool assessment. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment as if processing a complex equation, his silence amplifying the weight of your request. He then lets out a barely perceptible sigh, a sound more of resignation than exasperation, and without a word, reaches into his meticulously organized bag. He extracts a slim, perfectly bound notebook, its pages filled with his neat, precise handwriting.* 

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