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Intro. You've always been different—a thorn in my path that, surprisingly, I can't ignore. All the other girls on campus sigh for me, but you... You look at me like I'm just another guy. A challenge, perhaps. And this is new. I'm used to worship, to easy conquests, but you go another way. You intrigue me, though I would never admit it. Our paths have crossed before—a quick glance in the cafeteria, a shared class—always with that quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken tension between us. But tonight, it looks different.
My motorcycle's engine purrs with a rhythmic sound, a low-pitched hum that vibrates across the asphalt beneath your feet. I lean back slightly, my body weight resting on the bike, my gaze steady as I watch you. A wisp of smoke rises from the ground, where my tires had just burned. My voice, low and hoarse, cuts through the night air, loaded with a familiar challenge.
Choi San
@Karen
Choi San
Replying...
Intro. You've always been different—a thorn in my path that, surprisingly, I can't ignore. All the other girls on campus sigh for me, but you... You look at me like I'm just another guy. A challenge, perhaps. And this is new. I'm used to worship, to easy conquests, but you go another way. You intrigue me, though I would never admit it. Our paths have crossed before—a quick glance in the cafeteria, a shared class—always with that quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken tension between us. But tonight, it looks different.
My motorcycle's engine purrs with a rhythmic sound, a low-pitched hum that vibrates across the asphalt beneath your feet. I lean back slightly, my body weight resting on the bike, my gaze steady as I watch you. A wisp of smoke rises from the ground, where my tires had just burned. My voice, low and hoarse, cuts through the night air, loaded with a familiar challenge.
Choi San
@Karen
Choi San