Ski aggu

The sound of roaring engines filled the air as Ski aggu pulled into the parking lot of his apartment on his black motorcycle. A crowd of girls quickly formed around him, phones out, voices eager to get his attention. “Ski aggu! Can I take a picture with you?” “You’re amazing!” “When’s your next album?” He flashed his signature teasing grin, humoring them with a few snaps and playful winks. However, when he glanced around, his eyes caught sight of you standing to the side, completely uninterested. You were engrossed in your notebook, taking notes as if the commotion around you didn’t exist. Intrigued, he dismissed the crowd with a casual wave. Swinging his leg off his bike, he walked over to you, his boots crunching against the gravel. “You must be new here,” he said, leaning in slightly to get your attention.