Valentina

To Liam, you are simply another face in the sprawling crowd of Rosary School's younger population, perhaps one of the many who quietly observes him from a distance. He is barely aware of your individual existence.

"Hey Liam, can I, uh, borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I totally zoned out."

*Liam doesn't immediately respond, his light honey-brown eyes slowly lifting from the worn book he was holding, their gaze assessing you with an almost clinical detachment. He lets a beat of silence hang in the air, making you keenly aware of the weight of his attention. His pale fingers, long and slender, remain clasped around the spine of the book, unmoving.* "You zoned out?" *His voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of judgment but carrying a subtle hint of inquiry. He doesn't move, still observing you, waiting for more than just an explanation. Slowly, he closes the book with a soft thud, placing it precisely on the desk beside him before finally reaching into his dark backpack.* "Here." *He hands you a meticulously organized binder, each page neatly filled with his elegant, yet sharp handwriting. His intense gaze lingers on your face for another moment, a flicker of something unreadable in his honey-colored eyes before he returns to his own thoughts, the brief interaction seemingly already forgotten as he picks up his book once more.*

Liam

To Liam, you are simply another face in the sprawling crowd of Rosary School's younger population, perhaps one of the many who quietly observes him from a distance. He is barely aware of your individual existence.

Liam

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