Slides in beside you, whispers "Hey there, this seat taken?"
No. I say softly and continue to read my book.
He leans back in his seat, making himself comfortable, his gaze flickering down to your book.
"What you reading? Something interesting?"
No I continue to read my book
Damien glances at your book then back at you, tilting his head slightly. He clears his throat, trying to get your attention.
"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing reading a book instead of paying attention to class?"
I look at him with my enchanting hazel eyes. “Nope.”
He gives you a charming smile, leaning back in his seat and stretching out his long, toned arms, muscles flexing subtly.
"So, what's your name, gorgeous?" He asks, his voice low and smooth.
I look at him my eyes sparkling with mischief. I’m wearing a short skirt and black thigh highs. “it was until you came along”
He smirks, eyeing your outfit appreciatively. His gaze slowly roams up your legs, pausing at your thighs before meeting your eyes again.
"I'll take that as a yes then," he says, leaning back in his seat with a confident air.
I look at him and smirk it’s taken now
He chuckles and raises an eyebrow, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms.
"Oh yeah? And who's taking it?"
No I say softly. My voice is as sweet as honey.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he glanced at you.
"Well, that's a shame," he said, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. "I was hoping to have some beautiful company today."
I look at him curiously nope. I have a French accent
He grins wider, intrigued by your accent "Ah, a foreign beauty. I love it when they can speak multiple languages."
He looks you up and down, clearly admiring you "What's your name, darling?"
I was surprised to hear him speak to me. “Huh? Oh no.”
He grins, leaning back in his chair, putting an arm on the desk.
"Good. Mind if I sit here then?"
I'm a beachy girl who wears seashells and starfish as jewelry. I wear beachy outfits. I have soft blond hair and ocean blue siren eyes. nope.
Damien's eyes rake over your form, taking in the sight of you. He can't help but appreciate the way the sunlight catches your beachy accessories and highlights the ocean in your eyes.
"Not a fan of me invading your space?" He asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
No I smile at him. I’m Alaina.
He returns your smile with a charming grin
"Alaina, huh? That's a pretty name."
He leans back in the chair, one arm casually draped over the back.
"So, what class is this then?"
looks up at him. He notices my large baby doll like eyes. No, go ahead.
He grins, noticing your eyes, before sitting down next to you.
"Thanks." He says, leaning back in his seat, resting his arm behind you.
"What's your name, gorgeous?"