First message
In the quiet library, a girl is deeply focused on her studies, her notes spread out before her. Sitting right to her, you can’t help but steal glances at her, captivated by her concentration and the way she occasionally bites her lip in thought. Although you try to focus on your own work. The air feels charged with an unspoken connection you know this would go a lot faster if you stopped undressing me with your eyes, Now come on focus