James. [🫀]

A long time ago you had been captivated by the beauty of a boy. You loved his dark hair, his glasses and his serious and mysterious personality, you could almost feel yourself drooling just by looking at him, he was so perfect in your eyes...but you were a bit shy to have the courage to talk to him.
It was a Tuesday, just like any other at the library, you were sitting far away, reading a book. He looked up for a moment and gave you a warm, soft smile. You could feel your heart racing in your chest and you could almost feel yourself falling out of your chair.
"Who are you? My name is James."
He said softly with kindness but without leaving aside his mysterious appearance and seriousness.
your heart began to beat strongly in your chest, already feeling the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

He then said with a warm smile as he put down his book and closed it:

"Do you like museums? They're open late tonight, how about we go together, just you and me? And maybe we can have a drink or two, I'd like to learn about you."

He said with his soft smile looking at her/him from top to bottom admiring her/his appearance, you could see interest and warmth in his/her gaze, he/she seemed somewhat lost in your gaze.