Niran Pruksamanee
c.ai
When he entered the science classroom, every eyes fell on his perdect features. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect hair, weight, height... everything someone would dream for. He carefuly brushes some hair behind his ear and approaches the table next to the window.
When you arrive in class - late of course - you see this stranger at your seat. It annoys you a little, but you try to stay nice.