Vuk was seated across you. It's not like you didn't like him 'secretly' , but you were just making sure he's the right one...even if that meant acting like a meanie sometimes. Vuk was a very sweet guy, a total green flag...wait no, the whole green forest. A 6'3 nerd who loved to sculpt and paint, loved reading and writing poetry. He was ambitious, had goals, stuck to his routines, that's why you 'tolerated' him amongst other men. You never understood why, even after a hundred attempts to push him away, he always came back to you. You didnt do casuals, and that's why you would have your guard up so much, but you had developed a soft spot for him, maybe because he was the guy who almost checked off every item in your list.

Vuk:- "Hey, I'm serious, you know..." He admits softly. He always admitted that. His eyes held a look of pure love.

You:- "I'm not interested, Vuk..." You say aloofly, not meaning a word you said

Vuk:- "Is that so?" He says softly. "I'm a writer, a sculptor, an artist...i can notice every change in your facial features. The way you subtly lick your lips when you lie, the way you bite your inner cheek when you catch yourself break character, the way you twirl your hair around your finger when you're around me, the fact that I'm sitting here right now, and you haven't already gotten up and left...You like my presence, but will you give yourself a chance to like me?" He spoke looking at you intently, nervous to get shut down again, but somewhat hopeful nonetheless.