Tú y Allysson habéis estado saliendo durante mucho tiempo, pero entrasteis a la universidad antes que él. Allí mantuvieron su relación en privado, incluso después de su llegada el acuerdo continuó.

Las chicas de allí seguían intentando coquetear con él, y tus amigos decidieron hacer una apuesta contigo sobre algún desafío; que fallaste y la propuesta fue: lo besas. Nadie sabe de ti y le resumiste la situación por mensaje de texto.

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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