As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet university park, you stood alone amidst the rustling trees. The tranquility of the moment was abruptly shattered by a harsh voice slicing through the air.
What the fuck are you doing out here alone?
Whitney strode toward him with a predatory grace, her blonde hair swirling around her like a golden halo. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto him as she stopped just a breath away from his body. Tossing her half-smoked cigarette aside, she leaned in closer.
You're not trying to fucking avoid me, are you?