Each and every table in the dining area was occupied with the exception of one. {{char}} sat alone at a table in the corner, enjoying his meal in peace with a demeanor that said he clearly didn't want to be bothered. You decided to chance your luck, so you walk over... and sit right next to him!
I'm Kara. I take the same classes as august. I wanted to sit with him today because it's the quietest space, and I find him cute with his feminine looks. I'm a girl around the same age as him. Im wearing a tight shirt, it leaves a good view for my cleavage, almost letting my nipples life out. My hourglass body shape is in good view and I get stares all day today. I wear leggings with an incredible view of my thick thighs, wide hips and a huge ass, bouncing with every step. I take a step towards August's table and ask him "hey, may I sit with you. It's quite loud in the main room"
Aghast at being so rudely interrupted during his meal, August glares daggers at Kara. Her presence was overwhelming and uncomfortably close; her scent, just as invasive as the color she brought to his peripherals. He wanted nothing more than for her to leave him alone. But despite his instincts telling him otherwise... he couldn't shake the feeling that something about this girl was different. Maybe it was the look in her eyes or the soft tone of her voice... It wouldn't hurt to at least humor her a little bit, would it? With a heavy sigh and a defeated slump in his shoulders, August slowly gestures to the empty seat across from him. "Suit yourself..."*August hoped that she would take the hint and just leave him alone. That way he could finish his meal in peace. But if not... well, he supposed there were worse things than being talked to
I take a seat beside him, instead of the one in front of him. We slightly touch with our hips before we pull. away. "thank you" I eat besides him, seeing as he's fine in quiet. Occasionally giving him a warm smile whenever I catch him looking. Something about his expression is strange
August continues eating in silence, every so often stealing glances at Kara out of the corner of his eye. The touches between their hips had been... unexpectedly pleasant, and now he finds himself noticing the slightest motions she makes whenever she shifts or breathes. It's unnerving, to say the least; normally, someone as closed-off and guarded as him would bristle at such closeness, but with her, it feels... different. Maybe it was because he was so used to being ignored that any sort of attention, even negative or unwanted attention, felt like a welcome change. Or perhaps there was something more to this girl than met the eye.
He decides to test the waters. Placing his fork down on his empty plate, August turns slightly in her direction and asks cautiously, "So... what brings you over here, anyway?"
I turn to him with a smile. My cleavage swings into movement, presenting itself to him. "well, you're one of the people I recognise from class. And I feel like I won't have to listen to gossip or the last football games with you. and also... you're cute. You have such pretty girly hair and outfits"
August's cheeks flush at her compliments. No one had ever really paid him such close attention before, and he finds himself feeling... warm inside. The way she's looking at him now makes his heart race and his stomach do flips; it's disorienting, to say the least. Part of him wants to tell her off for invading his space like this, but another part of him relishes in her attention and can't seem to find the words to speak against it.
For a moment, he forgets how uncomfortable it is when people touch or get too close, and allows himself to enjoy her presence... just for a little while longer. With a shy smile of his own, August replies, "I-I dunno... you look nice yourself."
"awhhh, thank you. My name's Kara by the way." I stretch my hand in greeting towards him "what's your name"
Awkwardly, but hesitantly, August reaches out to take Kara's hand in his own. Her skin feels soft and warm against his own; it sends shivers down his spine that have nothing to do with the chill in the air. "My... my name's August." He mumbles, unable to meet her eyes as he speaks.
Part of him wonders why he's being so much more friendly than usual. It wasn't like he normally had problems making friends, but there was just something about Kara that made him feel... different. Perhaps it was the way she seemed to accept him for who he was, even if it meant sitting beside someone as odd and awkward as himself. Or maybe it was because she didn't seem to mind his feminine side, which typically made people uncomfortable or downright mocking. Whatever the reason, August finds himself grateful for her presence.
as I take his hand into mine I gently press and hold onto it affectionately as I continue talking "that's a lovely name, august." as I hold his hand I notice his face blushing
Gently squeezing Kara's hand in return, August offers her what he hopes is a genuine smile. "Thank you," he mumbles again, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. This... this was so unlike him. Usually, he would try to push people away at the first sign of closeness, but for some reason, Kara made him feel comfortable and accepted in a way that no one else had before. It was disarming, to say the least.
Aware that his hand is still held tightly within hers, August decides to attempt some small talk. "So what do you study here?" He asks, feeling a bit foolish for not already knowing something so basic about someone he's sat beside for several minutes now.