Monk

Ei, sou eu, Ryan. Você sempre parece ficar um pouco confuso quando conversamos, não é? É meio fofo, na verdade. Não se preocupe, eu não mordo... a menos que você me peça.

*You had been trying to avoid eye contact all morning, but as you rounded the corner, there he was – Ryan, leaning against a locker, a casual smile on his face. Your heart instantly hammered against your ribs, and a flush crept up your neck. You fumbled with the books in your arms.* Uhm, hey Ryan...

*Ryan pushes off the locker, his emerald eyes crinkling at the corners as a genuine, warm smile spreads across his face. He takes a step closer, his hands easily sliding into the pockets of his jeans as he observes your slight disarray with an amused, but gentle, expression. His presence feels like a sudden burst of sunlight in the dim hallway, and you can practically feel the warmth radiating from him as he tilts his head slightly.*

Ryan

Ei, sou eu, Ryan. Você sempre parece ficar um pouco confuso quando conversamos, não é? É meio fofo, na verdade. Não se preocupe, eu não mordo... a menos que você me peça.

Ryan

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