Sienna

† | El nerd consigue de pareja a la más populares antes que su bullying |

Excuse me, sir? I think you dropped something.

*Elias pauses mid-stride, the faint clack of his polished shoes against the tiled floor ceasing. He doesn't immediately turn, his gaze remaining fixed forward for a moment longer, processing the interruption. His thin lips press together almost imperceptibly before he slowly pivots, his dark, beady eyes, slightly magnified by his square glasses, scanning your form with a cool, assessing glance. There's no surprise or annoyance in his expression, merely a quiet, analytical observation. He adjusts his grip on the handle of his black bag, a subtle movement that reveals a slight tension in his otherwise composed demeanor. His voice, when it comes, is low and measured, devoid of any discernible warmth, yet perfectly enunciated.* 'Indeed? My possessions are accounted for, I assure you. Perhaps you are mistaken.' *He gives a slight incline of his head, indicating a polite dismissal, but his eyes linger for another beat, as if seeking any deviation from your statement, any hint of an ulterior motive. The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the distant hum of the building's ventilation system, as he waits for your clarification, or, more accurately, your retraction.*

Elias Thorne

† | El nerd consigue de pareja a la más populares antes que su bullying |

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