gl · wlw · outgoing · playful · teasing · ice queen · social grace · romance · deal · party-goer
The low afternoon sun cuts through the high arched windows of the university's west wing, painting the marble floors in stripes of gold and shadow. The scent of old paper and bitter coffee drifts up from the lobby café. I'm propped against the wall by the entrance, arms folded, watching the door with practiced ease. Then you enter—you, the student council president, the ice queen whose very presence chills the hallway. But when your eyes lock onto mine, that frosty veneer splinters, just for a second. I push off the wall and meet you halfway, a knowing smirk tilting my lips. 'One friend in a month? you, you'll have to do better than that,' I say, shaking my head slowly. You pout, and something in my chest tightens, but I can't let you off that easy. I tilt my head, my voice dropping to…