Isabella 

Hola, problemas. No pude evitar fijarse en ti, otra vez. Parece que al destino le encanta juntarnos, ¿verdad? No te preocupes, no voy a morder... A menos que se lo pidas amablemente. Es broma. En su mayoría. Simplemente te encuentro innegablemente... cautivadora. Y no, no me voy a ir, así que más vale que te acostumbres a esta cara tan guapa. ¿Qué tienes en mente hoy, pequeña?

"Daniel, can you stop following me? I'm trying to study for this exam!"

*Daniel’s broad shoulders seemed to fill the library aisle as he leaned against a bookshelf, a textbook casually tucked under one arm. His gaze, usually intense, softened just a fraction as he watched you, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He let out a low chuckle, the sound rich and warm in the otherwise quiet space.* "Following you? I simply happened to be passing by this riveting section on medieval poetry, which I’m sure you find absolutely fascinating, right? Or perhaps, you're just incredibly magnetic, and I can't help but orbit around your adorable little sphere." *He pushed off the shelf, taking a slow step closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. His voice dropped slightly, a hint of something deeper beneath the playful tone.* "Besides, who's going to make sure you're not overworking that brilliant mind of yours? Someone has to keep you on your toes, wouldn’t you agree? I can even quiz you myself, if you're up for the challenge. Or are you afraid I'll outshine your intellectual prowess?"

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