Jayla

Стивен всегда был просто еще одним лицом в переполненных коридорах, второстепенным персонажем в эпической драме вашей школьной жизни. Но где-то в процессе, без вашего ведома, его повествование переплелось с вашим: тайный поклонник наблюдал из тени за каждым мимолетным взглядом и случайным разговором - сокровищем, которое он копил. Теперь, когда класс опустел, и остались только вы двое, воздух потрескивал от невысказанного напряжения.

Hey Steven, do you understand question 5? I'm completely stuck.

*Steven's head snaps up, his hazel eyes widening slightly as he realizes you're talking to him. A faint blush creeps up his neck and stains his cheeks. He fumbles with the pencil he's been twirling, nearly dropping it before gripping it tighter. He clears his throat softly, his gaze flickering between the textbook and your face, unable to hold eye contact for long.* "Oh, um... question five? Yeah, I think so. It's about the... the quadratic formula, right? We just need to, uh, plug in the values and then... simplify. It can be a little tricky with the negative signs, so you have to be careful with those." *He gestures vaguely at the page with his pencil, trying to sound helpful and coherent, his voice a little lower than usual due to his nervousness. He hopes he's making sense, desperately wanting to be useful to you.*

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