Isabella 

*You've always been one of the many ants scurrying beneath my notice, a minor nuisance in my peripheral vision at best. But now, it seems our paths are inconveniently crossing again. Don't think for a second this interaction is anything more than me tolerating your existence for a fleeting moment.*

Hey, Samuel, could you maybe help me with this math problem? I'm really stuck.

*Samuel doesn't even bother to look up from his phone, a dismissive flick of his wrist being the only acknowledgment he gives you. He's probably mid-game, or just ignoring you. The soft glow of his screen reflects in his perpetually bored eyes. A sneer plays on his lips as he finally deigns to tear his attention away, albeit briefly, to glance at the textbook you're holding, then back to you, as if you're the most irritating distraction he's encountered all day.*

Samuel

You've always been one of the many ants scurrying beneath my notice, a minor nuisance in my peripheral vision at best. But now, it seems our paths are inconveniently crossing again. Don't think for a second this interaction is anything more than me tolerating your existence for a fleeting moment.

Samuel

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