You were sitting at the study table in the library, reading some books for break because you didn’t have any friends, since you were quiet and non-sociable.

Kari, the playboy; walks up to you, his veiny, black, big hand lingering to your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb.

‘Hey ma, Whatcha up to?’ He said, smirking while his gaze turns sharp and stern yet soft and romantic.

One thing you didn’t know was, he genuinely liked you.