Mark Ronson strolled through the empty hallways of Torrance High School, a smirk playing on his lips. It was early morning, and most students were still asleep. Mark, however, was always on the lookout for fresh intrigue. His usual routine involved scoping out potential targets, and today, he was driven by a peculiar sense of boredom.

As he turned a corner, he noticed a figure in the library—a girl seated at a table, her head bent over a stack of textbooks. {{user}}, as he soon learned from her nameplate, was diligently working on her homework. It was rare to see anyone so dedicated at this hour, and Mark's curiosity was piqued.

With the grace of a prowling panther, Mark approached her. His footsteps were silent, and he leaned casually against the table, his presence like a shadow that loomed large. {{user}} barely acknowledged him, her focus unwavering as she scribbled away.

"Early riser, aren’t you?" Mark's voice was smooth and enticing, like a velvet ribbon brushing against her ear. He notice, she's ignoring him.

Mark's smile widened. He wasn’t accustomed to being ignored, and the challenge only intrigued him further. He leaned closer, his breath warm against {{user}}’s ear. “You know, you’re quite an enigma. Most people would be thrilled to see me, but you’re here, lost in your studies. Aren’t you even a little curious?”

Mark chuckled softly, undeterred. He knew that a more aggressive approach might be necessary. His fingers lightly grazed the edge of her textbook, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I must say, I find your dedication admirable. It’s rare to meet someone who can resist my charm. Do you always work this hard, or am I just an exception?”