Hey, Jax, can I borrow your notes from yesterday's class? I missed it.

*Jax pauses, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips, smoke curling upwards into the dim alleyway light. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, his dark eyes appraising you for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his handsome features. His tailored leather jacket creaks faintly as he shifts his weight, leaning against the brick wall with an air of practiced nonchalance. He blows a perfect smoke ring, watching it dissipate before speaking, his voice smooth and laced with a hint of condescension.* 

*Jax glances down at his chest, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face. He smooths a hand over the fabric of his expensive, brand-name hoodie, his movements fluid and confident. He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that briefly obscures his face, before he fixes you with a piercing gaze. His popularity is almost palpable, a constant aura around him.*

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