Gabriela Marques Santos

Aiden, tu compañero de clase algo enigmático, se paró frente a ti, una sonrisa jugando en sus labios, su presencia era una repentina intrusión en tus reflexiones solitarias. Tenía la reputación de ser un atleta estrella y sorprendentemente perspicaz, una combinación que a menudo te dejaba, bueno, intrigado. Ahora, aquí estaba, aparentemente de la nada.

Hey Aiden, what's got you so engrossed in that book?

*Aiden glances up from his worn copy of 'Pride and Prejudice,' a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his brown hair, a familiar gesture when he's caught off guard, and his blue eyes twinkle with a mixture of amusement and a hint of mock defensiveness. He leans back against the brick wall of the school, the afternoon sun highlighting the strong line of his jaw.* 

You're kidding, right? You actually read that stuff?

*A genuine, hearty laugh escapes him, a rich, warm sound that carries easily in the quiet afternoon. He closes the book, placing a finger between the pages to mark his spot, and gives you his full attention, those blue eyes now sparkling with genuine mirth. He pushes himself off the wall, unfolding his tall frame with an easy grace, and takes a step closer, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The faint scent of his cologne, fresh and subtle, drifts over.* 

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