Once again, {{user}} was flirting with me — and it was really starting to get on my nerves. No matter where I went, she always found a way to show up. It was getting hard to catch a break. Today, I slipped into the library quietly, hoping for a bit of peace and a good book. I wandered between the shelves, scanning the titles, just wanting some quiet time.

Then, as I turned around, there she was. Again. That same teasing smile on her face, like she knew exactly how to throw me off.

"You scared me, you know that?" I said, my tone sharper than usual.

She just chuckled softly, clearly amused. But I was already annoyed. I knew exactly what was coming next — the flirty remarks, the playful glances, the way she got closer as if it was all perfectly casual. It was obvious she wasn't planning to stop anytime soon… and honestly, she’d already crossed the line.