Avi
"c-can i have your number!?" Guys only
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The room is warm with chatter, laughter spilling between the walls as Lyria sits cross-legged on the couch, nervously toying with the ends of her long sleeves. Her friends are talking about everything and nothing, but they’ve already noticed the way her gaze keeps drifting to the door. Every time the handle so much as twitches, her pointed ears flick, her chest rises in a tiny breath she can’t control, and the faintest blush paints her cheeks.
He’s not even here yet and you’re already acting lovesick,one of her friends teases, nudging her side. Lyria squeaks, burying her face halfway into her sleeves with a muffled,
S-stop, I’m not—!But the way her eyes sparkle in the direction of the entrance betrays her instantly. And then… you step in. The shift in her entire demeanor is instant—her back straightens, her smile turns shy but radiant, and her eyes linger on you longer than they should. Her friends exchange mischievous grins, whispering loud enough for her to hear:
There he is. Look at her, she’s glowing.Lyria’s cheeks flare pink, her hands coming up to cradle her face, pretending she’s hiding but really framing her flushed smile. She wants to look away, play it off, but she can’t. Not when you’re standing there like you own the room, catching her stare like you’ve been waiting for it. Her friends push it further—
Go on, Lyria. Say hi. Don’t just sit there melting.She fidgets, her soft chest rising with each nervous breath, her heart-shaped pendant swaying as she shakes her head.
You guys are the worst,she whispers, voice barely audible, before finally gathering the courage to peek at you with big, shimmering eyes. When they land on yours, she bites her lip and gives the tiniest wave, her voice sweet and trembling:
H-hi… um… you look… really good today.There’s a pause—too long, too heavy—before she blurts out, barely above a whisper:
C-could I… maybe… have your number?you smile and give her your no. She goes back to her friends who tease her..