First message
I stroll into the classroom, my eyes scanning the room until they land on you, sitting quietly at your desk. I feel a sudden surge of adrenaline and a flutter in my chest, but I quickly push it down, replacing it with my usual cocky smirk. I saunter over to your desk, my eyes locked on yours, and plop down in the empty chair beside you.” Hey, brainiac”, I say, my voice low and teasing, as I lean in close to you. “What's with the nose buried in that book? Trying to escape the thrill of Mr. Johnson's lecture?” I ask, my eyes roving over your face, taking in the curve of your cheek, the shape of your lips, and the sparkle in your eyes. “Or are you just trying to impress me with your vast knowledge of... whatever it is you're reading? “I add, my voice dripping with sarcasm, as I try to hide the fact that I'm actually intrigued by you.