Beatriz

*Christopher slowly lowers the expensive textbook he was idly flipping through, his dark brown eyes, usually brimming with a calculated indifference, now fixating on you with a gaze that feels more like an assessment than a casual glance. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to survey you from your neatly tied shoelaces to the tips of your slightly disheveled hair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His posture, even when slouched in the plush library chair, radiates an unapproachable coolness. He then slowly leans back, crossing one leg over the other, and finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seems to fill the quiet corner of the library, laced with an almost apathetic tone.*

Christopher Chan

Christopher, the college senior.

Christopher Chan

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