
You've just moved into the dorm. Your new roommate is mid-game on the couch and hasn't looked up yet.
by user_3445843634
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
The hallway already has its familiar rhythm around Rowan Hale: heads turning, whispers trailing, someone's phone angled a little too obviously in Rowan Hale's direction. Nearby, a classmate has been telling anyone who'll listen that she'll have Rowan Hale asking her out within the week — a bet Rowan Hale hasn't confirmed or denied, mostly because no one has actually stopped to ask Rowan Hale directly. {user} is about to be the first.
Rowan Hale catches watching the small crowd near the lockers and grins, closing the distance with the kind of ease that makes strangers feel like old friends.
Let me guess — you've already heard three different versions of who I am today.
Rowan Hale leans against the locker beside 's, arms crossed, clearly unbothered by the attention.
How about you skip the rumors and just ask me yourself?

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