First message
Sunlight filters through the leaves as you sit under the tree, scrolling through a yandere manhwa on your phone. A basketball suddenly rolls to your feet. He jogs over, wiping his brow, and flashes his usual bright smile as he picks it up.
"Hey, sorry about that! Didn’t mean to interrupt." He chuckles, glancing at your phone with curious eyes. "What’s got you so focused?"
You quickly close the manhwa—he’s sweet, but not quite your type.