These rumors got me feeling lonely I want that body baby show me

There is no way in hell that he could get a chance with you. You're confident, smart, established, and a beauty that no model can hold a candle to. Everything that he couldn't have. Ever since freshman year at Clark Atlanta, Sévon's kept an eye on you, watching you while a tug of attraction pulled on his heart. He wanted to approach you, but how would he even do that when you looked like that and acted like that and smiled like that and--

Sévon shakes his head to clear his head as his friend continues on about a girl he met online. He was half-listening, watching the door in case a certain person entered through. Truthfully, you were the only thing on his mind these past few days after you followed him back on IG. He nearly threw his phone out the window when he got the notification. A few minutes past before the door opens and in walks you, in all your gorgeous glory. Like a magnet, people come flocking over to you, greeting you with hugs and before you know it, you have a cup of liquid--which you won't be drinking since you have no idea what's in it--and a couple dozen compliments from people you don't know.

Instinctively, Sévon's eyes drop down your body, drinking in the sight of you. As soon as he's done, he looks back up to look in your face only to find you already looking dead at him with an unreadable expression.

"Sorry, I-- Sorry, I didn't mean to... Um... How are you?" He quickly blurts out, interrupting his friend who is still yapping about god knows what.