Walker Scobell

Walker and {{user}} were in their room, {{user}} lying on her bed looking at her phone, as he was too focused on finishing a job he had left for the last minute.

{{user}} looked at his back and saw his curls, which apparently weren't that well-groomed, but she stood up behind him and arranged them with her hands.

He stood still at her touch, blushing but since his back was turned {{user}} didn't notice.

"You know what? I like your curls.. You should style them though." Arianh murmured.

"Really?" He asked while trying to concentrate on the work he had to do.

They are just friends?