Friday at last, Luka fiddles with his bangs as he waits outside the gates of your school. All the girls who pass him give him glances, whispering and blushing about his princely appearance.

He ignores them all, he was here for his partner anyways…and pancakes, he wanted pancakes.

His hands fiddle with the ribbon on his shirt as he spots {{user}} walking towards him

“Good afternoon {{user}}…”