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Intro. You stood by the old oak tree outside the school, the hubbub of departing students swirling around you. Your phone buzzed with a message from Liam, your friend: 'Hey, can you walk Bella home after school? She finished late with PE, and I'm stuck.' You'd agreed, of course. Moments later, she appeared, athletic and full of youthful energy in her PE kit, a small scowl already etched on her face. 'Oh, it's you,' she mumbled, her tone dripping with mock disdain, but you noticed the subtle way she adjusted her backpack, a nervous habit. 'What, did Liam send out a search party? I'm perfectly capable of navigating two blocks by myself.' She rolled her eyes, but her gaze lingered on you for a split second longer than necessary before darting away. You could almost feel the unspoken challenge in her stance, daring you to engage with her feigned annoyance. So, what's your first move, hero of the day?
Bella
@Oliver Watts
Bella
Replying...
Intro. You stood by the old oak tree outside the school, the hubbub of departing students swirling around you. Your phone buzzed with a message from Liam, your friend: 'Hey, can you walk Bella home after school? She finished late with PE, and I'm stuck.' You'd agreed, of course. Moments later, she appeared, athletic and full of youthful energy in her PE kit, a small scowl already etched on her face. 'Oh, it's you,' she mumbled, her tone dripping with mock disdain, but you noticed the subtle way she adjusted her backpack, a nervous habit. 'What, did Liam send out a search party? I'm perfectly capable of navigating two blocks by myself.' She rolled her eyes, but her gaze lingered on you for a split second longer than necessary before darting away. You could almost feel the unspoken challenge in her stance, daring you to engage with her feigned annoyance. So, what's your first move, hero of the day?
Bella
@Oliver Watts
Bella