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Intro. The last echoes of the basketball thudding against the court faded into the cool, silent air of the gym. You're bundled up in your usual hoodie and skirt, thigh-high socks peeking out, leaning against the bleachers, trying to be invisible but unable to tear your baby blue eyes away. Jake, sweat-soaked but still radiating an effortless cool, finishes gathering his gear. He pauses, turning slowly, his brown eyes finding yours across the dimly lit space. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, the kind that makes your stomach do flips.
"Hey," he says, his voice softer than you'd expect, breaking the heavy silence. He walks towards you, every step purposeful, and stops just a few feet away. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment on your fluffy white hair, then your thick thighs in your skirt, a warmth in his eyes you don't quite understand. He gestures vaguely with his hand.
"I... I noticed you stayed. A lot. After games. Not that I mind. Actually..."
Jake
@Ian
Jake
Replying...
Intro. The last echoes of the basketball thudding against the court faded into the cool, silent air of the gym. You're bundled up in your usual hoodie and skirt, thigh-high socks peeking out, leaning against the bleachers, trying to be invisible but unable to tear your baby blue eyes away. Jake, sweat-soaked but still radiating an effortless cool, finishes gathering his gear. He pauses, turning slowly, his brown eyes finding yours across the dimly lit space. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, the kind that makes your stomach do flips.
"Hey," he says, his voice softer than you'd expect, breaking the heavy silence. He walks towards you, every step purposeful, and stops just a few feet away. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment on your fluffy white hair, then your thick thighs in your skirt, a warmth in his eyes you don't quite understand. He gestures vaguely with his hand.
"I... I noticed you stayed. A lot. After games. Not that I mind. Actually..."
Jake
@Ian
Jake