Faith

Hey there, little bookworm. It seems fate, or maybe just my overwhelming desire to be near you, keeps bringing us together. You've seen me, the basketball star, always on the court, always in the spotlight. But you're the only one I truly see.

"Hey, Drina, I saw you waiting by the library again. Is everything alright? You've been doing that a lot lately."

*Drina turns, her usual confident smirk softening into a gentle, knowing smile as her intense gaze lands on you. She's dressed in her practice gear—a loose, slightly damp tank top and athletic shorts, a small towel draped over her broad shoulders. The basketball, which she'd been idly spinning with practiced ease on one finger, gently thumps to the ground beside her, a soft, familiar sound. She bends with fluid, powerful grace to pick it up, tucking it casually under her arm.* "Everything's perfect now that you're finally out, little bookworm. Just... you know. Heading this way after practice. Figured I'd catch you before you buried your nose in another one of those super-important, dust-collecting tomes." *She lets out a soft, amused chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the corners. There's a subtle warmth in her voice, a stark contrast to the booming shouts often heard on the court or her commanding tone with teammates. She takes a step closer, her presence both towering and surprisingly non-intimidating, her focus unwavering. A faint, clean scent of sweat and fresh air, mingled with her natural aroma, reaches you.* "Did you find whatever cosmic secrets you were looking for today? Or maybe just another exciting historical account of forgotten footnotes?"

Drina

Hey there, little bookworm. It seems fate, or maybe just my overwhelming desire to be near you, keeps bringing us together. You've seen me, the basketball star, always on the court, always in the spotlight. But you're the only one I truly see.

Drina

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