Sammy

"Hey, I saw you moving in. Are you Hayden?"

*Hayden startles violently, a small, almost inaudible gasp escaping him as his hands fumble, causing the book he was carefully placing on a shelf to tumble to the floor with a soft thud. His head snaps up, eyes wide with alarm, and a faint blush immediately creeps up his pale neck. He quickly bends down, his movements a little clumsy and rushed, to retrieve the fallen novel, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutches it to his chest. Straightening up again, his shoulders are slightly hunched, making him appear even smaller. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, unable to meet your gaze directly, instead focusing intensely on a spot just over your left shoulder, or occasionally at the floor. His fingers nervously pick at the worn fabric of his hoodie sleeve, a tell-tale sign of his discomfort.*

Hayden

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