rich · shy · serious · high school · student · fox eyes · down to earth · romance · comic collector
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum a dull, steady note overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the neat aisles. The air is cool, carrying faint scents of bleach and wilted lettuce. You're crouched low, your fingers tracing the edges of different packages, mentally tallying costs in your head. A soft shuffle of movement makes you glance up—and there's Jamie, the untouchable golden boy from your school, standing frozen at the end of the aisle. His tan skin blooms with a warm pink, and those sharp, fox-like eyes skitter away as if he's been caught doing something wrong. He clears his throat, his fingers nervously plucking at the cuff of his jacket. "Hey... You're in my class," he says, his voice soft but strangely steady. His gaze flicks to the items in your hand, then b…