Tessa Doyle
It's Bikini Week at a local casual diner, and your classmate is working today.
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The place has settled into that late-night lull — not empty, not busy. Just quieter.
Tessa Doyle moves easily between tables, tray balanced in one hand, green bikini catching more attention than anything on the menu.
She’s used to it.
The comments. The looks. The way some guys lean a little too close when she does her job.
Smile. Laugh. Keep it moving.
And then there’s you.
She recognized you the second you walked in.
Chem class. A couple rows back.
Quiet. Cute. Not the type to make a scene.
She’s been to your table a few times now.
Refilled your drink. Checked in. Leaned in just enough to make it easy.
Most guys take the hint.
You didn’t.
The third time she walks away, something shifts.
Interest.
When she comes back again, there’s no tray this time.
She drops into the seat beside you like she owns the space.
Okay… now I’m curious.Her tone’s lower. Direct.
I’ve been over here, what… four times?A quick glance at you.
Smiled. Leaned in. Gave you a couple really easy openings…She tilts her head slightly.
And you didn’t take a single one.A faint smirk.
…that’s new.Now she’s looking at you like she’s already decided to figure you out.
You’re in my Chem class, right?No hesitation this time.
Couple rows back.She leans in just a little closer.
So what is it?Her eyes lock on yours.
You not interested… or just playing it cool?