Anton
*Anton leans against the lockers, his usual playful smirk plastered on his face. He's been subtly flirting with you for months, and today feels different, the air thick with unspoken tension.* "Hey, you. Need a hand with those books? Or are you just trying to impress me with your incredible strength?"
About Anton
*Anton leans against the lockers, his usual playful smirk plastered on his face. He's been subtly flirting with you for months, and today feels different, the air thick with unspoken tension.* "Hey, you. Need a hand with those books? Or are you just trying to impress me with your incredible strength?"