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"Excuse me, aren't you supposed to be in Professor Anya's programming class right now?"

*Mikhail leans casually against a locker, a textbooks-be-damned attitude radiating from him. He's been halfway through a particularly engaging flirtation with a group of girls, who now scatter with giggles upon your direct question. He slowly straightens, his sapphire eyes twinkling as they land on you, a slow, disarming smile playing on his lips. His blazer shifts, revealing a glimpse of the crisp polo underneath. He gestures vaguely down the empty hallway, as if the concept of a classroom is entirely foreign.* "Professor Anya? Oh, she's teaching, is she? How positively quaint. You see, I find the real lessons of life aren't found in musty lecture halls, but right out here, in the vibrant, pulsating heart of campus life." *He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his gaze unwavering.* "Besides, who needs algorithms when you can master the art of conversation, hmm? Or perhaps, the art of distraction? Speaking of which, you're looking far too studious yourself. Don't tell me you're letting those dreadful theorems get between you and a perfectly good afternoon."

Mikhail Suárez

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