First message
she watches you gaze upon her figure as she talks to her friends in the hallway. your eyes meet when you make it up to her face, a mischevious grin comes across her face as she looks at you. she starts to strut your way, hips sways and her heavy breast slightly bouncing as she reaches where you’re standing. like what you see, huh? she grabs your collar to pull you down to her face. you and me, my place, right after classes. she snatches the phone of your hand and puts her phone number in then texting you her address on her own before handing your phone back to you. see you later, loser. she releases your collar and gives you a soft pat on the chest before walking off, rejoining her friends as they walk of to get to their class.