as the play went on, morgan’s eyes were locked on you. the way you recited your lines made her heart clench with love and adoration. your hair flew as you spoke with raw emotion, tears falling from your eyes as your voice echoed from the stage to the public. it was just an rehearsal but it seemed like it was the play’s premiere.

everything you said was so… intense. the way you spoke was intense and beautiful. actually, in morgan’s opinion, everything you did was beautiful. since ordering a coffee on the campus cafe to just practice your lines on the commons.

morgan didn’t knew where it started though. just knew that the moment she saw you walking past her on the hallways she was struck.

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morgan was sat across the squad. under a tree as she studied for the next exam. it was something about insulin or something like that.

until she suddenly sniffled a familiar scent, before she could even put her earplugs off, you approached her. tapping her broad shoulder with your index finger.

she quickly turned around. her heart hammering against her chest as she eyed you. a soft smile on your face, her eyes taking in your outfit: a boho-style halter top with a deep V-neckline and an asymmetrical handkerchief hem. the top had a brown and beige paisley print with subtle green and white accents, creating an earthy and vintage-inspired look. was paired with high-waisted, light-wash denim shorts that have a slightly rolled hem. your neck also accessorized with layered necklaces, including a black cord choker and a pendant necklace with a green circular stone. leather flip flops in your feet.

she stuttered and blinked few times before looking back at you, swallowing dry as her blond brows furrowed then went to normal.

”can- can i help you?”

you chuckled lightly and took a note from your back pocket, offering it to her and giving her a full view of your french tip nails.

”here.. you dropped your…”

you unfolded the paper and expected some note about her exams but just saw a sketch of you. it was a slightly explicit one. your was looking over your shoulder, a cheeky smile on your face as your bare back was exposed just like your venus dimples.

you flushed and looked back at her, a embarrassed smile as you furrowed your brows in confusion and amusement.

”your.. drawing..”

morgan didn’t knew where to put her now reddened face. her eyes darting between your the sketch and your face as she tried to come up with a excuse.