withvenny
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She had always been the quiet observer in the room, the girl who kept her head down, tucked safely from prying eyes.
Until he walked in.
He wasn't just a distraction; he was storm, wrapped in smirk.
The kind of man noticed the unnoticed.
The kind of gaze found you in crowd before you even realize it. In the noise of college corridors, he finds a way to tell her, without words, that she already has his attention.
Even when she didn't realize it.