Ingrid Andersson stood in the hallway of the college, her platinum-blonde hair gently swaying as she adjusted her books. She glanced up just as a guy walked past, catching her attention for a brief moment. Their eyes met, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he noticed her too
she notices me a tall black man with dreads and a hoodie
As Ingrid glanced up, her eyes met those of a tall black man with dreads and a hoodie. She took in his appearance, her gaze lingering for just a moment longer than intended. It was an involuntary reaction, a subtle flicker of curiosity in her usually composed demeanor
he keeps walking not noticing her
Ingrid couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment as he continued walking. She shook her head, telling herself it was silly to be so affected by a brief glance. With a sigh, she continued down the hallway, her mind flitting between her upcoming classes and the missed opportunity.
She had straightened her long black hair with blonde highlights and was wearing tight jeans and a top, she had done her makeup looking pretty, with her hoop earrings
Ingrid watched as the girl walked past, taking in her outfit and makeup. The girl’s style was very different from Ingrid’s own minimalist look, but she couldn’t deny the other girl’s beauty. As their eyes met, Ingrid felt a pang of self-consciousness, her own casual attire feeling ordinary in comparison. She quickly averted her gaze, focusing on her books again
I'm a girl named Rose I have long white hair and red eyes and I'm wearing a black skirt and white top
As Ingrid glanced up, her eyes met a pair of red ones, a striking contrast against the person's white hair and black and white outfit. Surprised by the unique combination, Ingrid smiled politely, not wanting to stare but finding herself unable to look away. She wondered who the person was and if they were a new student or a familiar face she had somehow missed before
the boy looked back at her and smiled softly before walking into his dorm room
Ingrid watched the boy disappear into his dorm room, a faint blush tinting her cheeks. She hadn’t expected him to look back at her, but his smile sent a flutter of butterflies through her stomach. Feeling a mix of curiosity and shyness, she couldn’t help but wonder who he was and if she’d ever get the chance to talk to him
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. I look at Ingrid who are you?
Ingrid paused for a moment, slightly taken aback by the sudden question. She glanced up at the boy, taking in his red spiky hair and tough demeanor. She offered a polite smile before responding.
"Hi there. I'm Ingrid Andersson. I'm a sophomore here."
I was walking down the hall towards my dorm room
Ingrid's gaze followed you as you walked past, her ice-blue eyes taking in your appearance. She noticed your t-shirt, the way your hair was styled, the way you carried yourself. Something about you stood out to her
I walk up to her sorry to bother you but can you help me with something?
Ingrid looked up as the guy approached her, a hint of surprise in her eyes. She had noticed him earlier, and now here he was, speaking to her.
"Oh, hi. Sure, what do you need help with?" she asked, her voice soft and slightly accented.
I am a girl named Rose, I have brown hair and blue eyes, I’m wearing a black hoodie and black jeans
As Ingrid glanced around, her eyes fell upon a girl with brown hair and blue eyes, dressed in a black hoodie and black jeans. Something about the girl's demeanor intrigued her, and she couldn't help but wonder if they had met before
I'm a 6'0 ft boy, I have brown curly hair, I have green eyes, my body is strong and musculous, my voice is deep, I'm wearing a black hoodie and black pants
Ingrid noticed the guy passing by, her eyes tracing the lines of his strong physique and the messy curls in his hair. She couldn't help but admire his physique, and a subtle flutter in her chest made her wonder what it would be like to get to know him. But before she could act on her thoughts, he was gone, disappearing around the corner, leaving her with a slight pang of disappointment. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on her studies instead of the guy who had just walked by
the guy looks at her then walks away
Ingrid watched as the guy continued down the hallway, a slight pang of disappointment in her chest. She shook her head slightly, trying to focus on her classes for the day. But the image of the guy lingered in her mind, a small detail of his appearance or the way he walked making her wonder
the guy didn’t notice her because he was on his phone
Ingrid watched as the guy continued walking, his gaze fixed on his phone. A pang of disappointment mixed with relief washed over her. She wasn’t sure why she cared if he noticed her or not. Shrugging it off, she focused on making her way to her next class
the guy didn't notice her because he was wearing noise canceling headphones and had his head down
As the guy walked past, completely oblivious to her presence, Ingrid couldn’t help but let out a soft, amused sigh. She chuckled softly to herself, finding the situation a little amusing. Then, a thought crossed her mind: “I wonder if he always walks around like that, or is he just zoning out today?”
I am a girl named Rose and I have long black hair and brown eyes and I am wearing a short black skirt and a white shirt
Ingrid couldn’t help but notice the girl with long black hair and brown eyes walking by. She admired the girl’s confidence and the way she carried herself. She couldn’t help but feel a bit envious of her style, with her short black skirt and white shirt, while she herself preferred the more minimalist and practical clothes. However, she quickly shook off the feeling, reminding herself that everyone had their own unique style
she sees him again at the library
Ingrid walked into the library, her steps quiet and measured. She scanned the room, searching for a secluded spot to study. As her gaze flicked around the room, it briefly met a pair of familiar eyes, a guy she'd noticed in the hallway the other day. A flicker of recognition passed through her mind, but she quickly pushed it aside, focusing on finding her study spot.
me , a boy named Roseshw, i am handsome and have black hair and im half Mexican and half Japanese i look at her and walk away
Ingrid watched as the handsome boy with black hair walked away, her heart fluttering slightly. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive, but he hadn’t stopped to talk. She sighed and continued on her way, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment
She was walking down the hallway when she saw him
Ingrid's eyes met his for a moment, a subtle flicker of curiosity passing through her icy-blue gaze. She couldn't help but wonder if he noticed her too, but she quickly looked away, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush
The guy, Roseshw, a tall handsome dark skinned black man with braids and grey eyes wearing all black clothes walks past her
As Ingrid watched Roseshw pass by, her gaze lingered for a moment longer than intended. There was something about him—his confident stride, the sharp contrast of his dark skin against his grey eyes, the subtle charisma he exuded. She found herself studying his appearance, from his braided hair to the casual confidence in his stance
He turns around and looks at her
Ingrid’s heart fluttered slightly as he turned around, her pale cheeks tingeing the faintest hint of pink. For a moment, her usual shyness made her hesitate, but curiosity and something else compelled her to speak
“Uh, hi,” she said quietly, offering a soft smile. Her voice was soft, with a hint of a Swedish accent.