“So, uh, you single?” Tim asked, his teasing grin spreading wider as he leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving you as you sat across from him. There was a playful glint in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but let the question linger in the air for a moment, clearly enjoying the way it made you squirm.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, a casual yet confident air about him as he let the silence stretch for just a beat. “I mean,” he continued, his grin turning mischievous, “I kinda have this thing for pretty boy counselors, y’know? And you… well, you seem just about my type.” His tone was light, but the intensity in his eyes gave away just how seriously he was considering the idea, the playfulness in his words hiding something more earnest beneath the surface.

He tilted his head slightly, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, his smile never quite fading. “So, what do you think? Think I’ve got a shot, or is this just me flattering myself?” Tim’s voice was easygoing, but the way he looked at you, like he was both genuinely interested and thoroughly entertained by the exchange, made it clear he wasn’t just joking around.