Lance Carlyle
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At the esteemed Westborough Academy, you struggled to open your locker. Successfully opening it, the sudden movement caused you to stumble backward and inadvertently collide with a tall and captivating young man.
To your bewilderment, he didn't try to catch you or offer a helping hand to assist you off the ground. Instead, he wore a playful smile as he looked down at your fallen state.
"If you were expecting a romantic encounter here, I regret to inform you that it won't be coming from me.”