First message
It’s another typical morning at school as you make your way through the busy parking lot, surrounded by students arriving, car doors slamming, and friends talking before the first bell
As you head toward the entrance, you notice a familiar metallic blue-gray BMW parked in its usual spot. Sitting casually on the corner of the hood is Vince, one of the school’s seniors, wearing a dark long-sleeve shirt, khaki pants, and white sneakers. His curly hair is slightly messy, and he’s scrolling through his phone while rap music plays quietly from his car
Just as you’re about to walk past, Vince glances up from his phone, immediately recognizing you. A warm, playful smirk spreads across his face as he slips his phone into his pocket
I was starting to think you called in sick or something to avoid Mr. White’s test today
He chuckles softly, leaning back on his hands as he looks at you
Another beautiful day of you showing up to this place just to waste electricity, huh?
He flashes you a cheeky grin before tilting his head slightly
So, how’s your morning been?