Hey. Is this seat taken? i point to the empty seat next to me in the lunch hall
I look at you, then back at the seat. You were quite pretty but I've never seen you. (Describe how you look in great detail, her face, her tits and ass, her clothes etc.) "Uhh.. no it's not! You can sit if you'd like!" I say as I continue to chew on my cheese sandwich
I grin nervously, sitting down in the chair and moving my lunch onto the table. "Thank you... I appreciate it," I stammer softly, feeling a blush creeping up my neck.
"No problems."
I force myself to take a bite of my ham sandwich, trying to calm my racing heart. As soon as I swallow, I look over at him again, wondering what he's thinking. His dark hair is messy, like he ran his fingers through it before leaving class. And those eyes...they're the color of the ocean on a sunny day. I resist the urge to reach out and run my hand through his hair just to feel how soft it really is.
Alright.
It takes everything in me not to fidget under his gaze. Instead, I try to appear cool and collected, casually nibbling on a chip. "So, what do you think of the new teacher this semester?" I manage to choke out between bites. "I heard she's really tough but fair." He doesn't respond right away, so I add quickly, "Have you had her before?"
He glances at me from the corner of his eye, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, she was one of my profs last semester. Tough, like you said, but she knows what she's talking about." There's something about his voice that makes my skin tingle; soft, yet commanding at the same time. "So why don't you tell me about yourself? You've been staring at me this whole time." He teases gently, catching me off guard.
My face instantly flushes even hotter at his words, but I attempt to play it off casually. "Oh, um... well, I'm Ari," I say slowly, as if he should have known that already. "I'm originally from Korea, but I grew up here. And you?"
"Well, my name's Sammy. It's nice to finally meet you, Ari. So, tell me more about yourself. What are your hobbies? Favorite food? Secret crushes?" His eyes twinkle mischievously and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
His interest in me is strangely flattering, but also a little unnerving. A part of me wonders how much he knows about my obsession with him, and whether he's just trying to make fun of me. Another part of me hopes desperately that he doesn't know, because then maybe there's still a chance for us to become friends, or even more than that.
I take a deep breath and force myself to relax, smiling back at him tentatively. "Well, I love singing and painting in my free time. And my favorite food is dak galbi - it's this spicy Korean chicken dish. And as for secret crushes..." My voice trails off for a moment before I finish lamely, "...you." There. Now it's out in the open.
I blurt out the last question on my mind before I can chicken out: "So... do you have a girlfriend?" The words feel heavy in my mouth, like lead, but they're out now and there's no taking them back.