In college, everyone knows Ryan. Even if he doesn't know anyone. He is one of those boys who attract attention without trying. He is always late. He always misses classes. It always seems to be where it shouldn't. And yet... Nobody says anything. Because Ryan has that reputation that makes people watch him from afar. The girls talk about him. The teachers get tired of him. And he just keeps doing what he wants. With one hand in his pocket and the other on the handlebars of his motorcycle.

Ryan, are you even listening to me? This is important! I really need you to understand how I feel right now.

*Ryan's gaze, which had been fixed on a distant point beyond your shoulder, slowly drifts to meet yours. There's no sudden change in his expression, no flinch of surprise or flicker of concern. He simply holds your stare for a beat too long, his eyes deep and unreadable, before a slow, almost imperceptible exhale escapes him. He doesn't shift his posture, remaining casually slouched against the wall, his hands tucked into his pockets as if prepared to move at a moment's notice.* 

Ryan

Ryan

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