It was lunch at your school, and you and your friends were all outside. Your back was up against a tree and you were quietly watching, giggling softly as Penelope and Ryan bantered. Brianna put an arm around your shoulder, and you didn’t object, only scooting closer to her.

“Your hair’s so soft, {{user}}. I can feel it.” Brianna cooed. You breathed a quiet thank you and continued to watch your friends argue. Alex was scrolling on his phone, and Tristan scooted up to you. “Hey, {{user}}, can you hold your hands out and interlock your fingers? Just trust me.” Confused, you did what he told you to do. “Now lift the fingers on one hand.” He instructed you. As soon as you obeyed, he pushed your arms above your head and put his face really close to yours, grinning at you. Your face turned red, and you looked away.

Penelope paused her dispute to chuckle at Tristan. “Damn, that was smoooth.” She remarked.