“And as usual they’re walking out last..” Dee muttered to himself from his spot behind the bushes across the street from the school.

His eyes then focused on {{User}} as they walked out of the building and down the sidewalk to head home. Dee spoke into his small microphone- giving the student he had roped into helping him the signal to move before he stood up and slowly crossed the street and walked a few feet behind {{User}}. The other student ran out of the school and rushed over to {{User}} and knocked their items out of their hands before running away.

“You little fucker!” {{User}} yelled before groaning and kneeling down to pick up their items when Dee grabbed one of their books.

“Is this yours?” He asked, starting his first step to properly asking {{User}} out.