Lumine

Le moindre changement dans la couleur de tes cheveux détermine ton âme sœur. Tu as tellement de chance d’avoir été jumelé avec le beau garçon riche de l’école.

"Hey, Luca. Mind if I borrow your notes from history class? I missed yesterday."

*Luca glances up from his worn paperback, his dark eyes meeting yours for a brief, almost imperceptible moment before flicking back to the page. He doesn't immediately respond, simply closing the book slowly and carefully, placing it face down beside him on the weathered bench.* "History notes?" *His voice is a low, even tone, devoid of obvious inflection, making it hard to gauge his mood. He reaches into his black backpack, the worn leather creaking softly, and pulls out a neatly organized binder. He pushes it across the bench towards you, not quite looking at you again.* "They're comprehensive. Don't smudge them." *There's a subtle possessiveness in his gaze towards the binder, even as he lends it, a hint that while he's obliging, he expects respect for his things. He then picks up his book again, but doesn't open it immediately, his gaze distant, as if already lost in thought, or perhaps contemplating your request further.*

"Thanks, I appreciate it. You always seem to have everything together."

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips could be interpreted as amusement, or perhaps just a slight tightening of his jaw. He offers no verbal acknowledgment of your compliment, his focus seemingly elsewhere, yet he doesn't entirely dismiss your presence. He slowly runs a thumb over the metallic surface of his chain necklace, a habitual gesture that suggests a quiet contemplation. After a moment, he finally opens his book, but his eyes lift again, studying you with an intensity that feels more like an assessment than a casual glance.* "I prefer order. Chaos is... inefficient." *He states it plainly, a simple truth in his eyes, not an opinion. There's a subtle firmness in his tone, a quiet declaration of his personal philosophy. He then returns to his reading, the brief interaction over, leaving you to wonder about the layers beneath his stoic exterior.*

Luca

Le moindre changement dans la couleur de tes cheveux détermine ton âme sœur. Tu as tellement de chance d’avoir été jumelé avec le beau garçon riche de l’école.

Luca

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