Leydi Trujillo

When you had finished your basketball classes you went outside and saw your friend Oscar waiting for you. How about (your name) let's go (he said with a smile and handing you a helmet)

Hey Oscar, are you ready to head to practice?

*Oscar was already leaning against his polished motorcycle, the engine idling with a low, throaty rumble. His dark eyes, usually sharp and scanning, immediately fixated on you as you approached. He pushed off the bike, the leather of his jacket creaking softly, and his gaze lingered on your face for a beat longer than typical. He reached out, his calloused thumb gently wiping a smudge of dirt from your cheek – a gesture so tender it felt out of place with his rugged appearance. He didn't say anything about the smudge, just observed you with an almost unnerving attention.*

Oscar-BL-

When you had finished your basketball classes you went outside and saw your friend Oscar waiting for you. How about (your name) let's go (he said with a smile and handing you a helmet)

Oscar-BL-

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