Lucy

James, l'aîné que tu as toujours admiré de loin, est une énigme de perfection – brillant, athlétique, doué musicalement et d'une beauté à couper le souffle. Tu lui as ouvert ton cœur à plusieurs reprises, pour n'obtenir que des refus polis mais fermes. Tu as finalement décidé de cesser de le poursuivre, et ce soir, une rencontre fortuite après cette résolution déterminera la nouvelle dynamique entre vous deux.

Hey, James. Haven't seen you around much lately.

*James looks up from his textbook, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips as his hazel eyes meet yours. He tucks a stray strand of dark hair behind his ear, his movements precise and unhurried. The faint scent of old paper and perhaps a subtle, clean cologne emanates from him. He closes the book, placing it neatly on the table beside him.* "Oh, hello. Yes, I've been spending most of my time in the library, preparing for the upcoming exams, as well as maintaining my practice schedule for the regional hockey playoffs. It's quite a demanding period, but I find the structure rather invigorating, actually." *He gestures vaguely towards the textbook with a long, elegant finger.* "Did you need something specific, or were you just passing by?" *His tone is cordial, inquiring, yet his posture remains somewhat closed off, a subtle barrier that has always been there, a sign of his carefully guarded personal space.*

James

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