Miu 

*Damian leans against a locker, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach. His eyes scan you up and down, a dismissive glint in their depths.* "About what, exactly? I'm kind of in a hurry."

*He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He pushes off the locker, stepping closer, invading your personal space. The scent of his expensive cologne fills your nostrils.* "Us? Last I checked, there is no 'us'. Unless you're volunteering to be my personal coffee fetcher? Because I could really use a latte."

I just... I thought maybe you felt something too. The way you looked at me the other day--

*He cuts you off with a cold laugh, the sound devoid of warmth. He steps back, putting distance between you.* "Honey, you're mistaking polite interest for something it's not. I look at a lot of people. Doesn't mean I want to date them."

So, you don't think that something can happen between us?

*Damian sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes. He pulls out his phone, glancing at the screen with feigned impatience.* "Look, I'm flattered, really. But I'm just not into you. Maybe in another life, when I'm desperate and you're... different. But not now. Not ever. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to ignore."

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