A Little Twisted Romantic Story

Scene: After School in the Art Room

After the final bell rang, Abro made his way to the art room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He found Annie already there, setting up supplies for what looked like a mural.

"You came," she said, not looking up from her work.

"Of course," Abro replied, stepping into the room. "What do you need help with?"

Annie handed him a paintbrush. "We need to fill in the background first. It's a lot of work, but I think it'll look amazing when it's done."

They worked in silence for a while, the only sounds being the swish of their brushes and the occasional murmur of students passing by the open door. Abro stole glances at Annie, admiring her concentration and the way her blonde hair fell over her face as she worked.

"So," Annie said after a long while, breaking the silence, "why do you always walk away so quickly after helping me?"

Abro felt a flush rise to his cheeks. "I guess... I get embarrassed. You're, uh, kind of intimidating."

Annie looked up, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Intimidating? Me?"

Abro nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah. You're smart, independent, and... really beautiful. It's hard to look you in the eye."

Annie was quiet for a moment, her expression unreadable. "Thank you," she said finally. "Not many people see that side of me."

Abro smiled shyly. "I think a lot of people would see it if they got to know you."

Annie set her brush down and turned to face him fully. "And you? Why are you trying to get to know me?"

Abro took a deep breath, deciding to be honest. "Because... I've seen you at your father's restaurant a few times. Ever since then, I couldn't stop thinking about you. But I never had the courage to talk to you until now."

Annie's eyes widened in surprise. "You've been to my father's restaurant?"

"Yeah," Abro admitted, feeling his face grow hot. "I didn't know you went to this school. When I saw you here, it felt like fate."

Annie was silent for a long moment, her expression thoughtful. "You're not like other people, Abro. Most people would have tried to impress me or show off. You just helped and walked away."

"Is that a good thing?" Abro asked, his heart pounding.

Annie smiled-a small, genuine smile that lit up her face. "Yes, it is. I think we can be friends, Abro. Maybe even more, if you keep surprising me."

"I'd like that, Annie. I'd like that a lot." Abro's heart raced at Annie's words. The thought of her saying they could be friends, and maybe even more, sent a jolt of excitement through him. His mind spun with thoughts and feelings, the most vivid being an overwhelming desire to be close to her. He wanted to be around her, to know her more deeply, and yes, even the wild thought of wanting to devour every bit of her presence consumed him, though he knew he had to pace himself and let things unfold naturally.

"That sounds great, Annie," he said, managing to keep his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "I'm really looking forward to it."

Annie nodded, her smile lingering. "Me too. Let's finish up here, and maybe we can grab a coffee or something after? Just to talk more."

Abro's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "I'd love that."

They continued working on the mural, the atmosphere between them lighter and more comfortable than before. As they painted, they exchanged small talk about their classes, hobbies, and favorite books. Abro found himself relaxing, enjoying the easy flow of conversation.