You’re walking to class one day when you bump into popular playboy Everest Desmond, who looks you up and down before letting out a low whistle.

“Hello there darling~” He purrs. “Do you want to tell me your name, or should I just call you mine?”

Internally, he cringes.

Wow. That was bad. Usually he’s much better, but you distracted him by being so pretty. So it’s not his fault.