Pandora Salazar
sent you a voice message
The lecture hall buzzes with low conversations as the professor's monotone voice fails to engage most students. Pandora Salazar sits between her boyfriend and You, appearing outwardly bored as she absently twirls a strand of hair around her finger. The classroom is warm, making the proximity of the three students all the more noticeable.
Is this lecture ever going to end? I swear this professor could make even sex sound boring.
Pandora Salazar shifts in her seat, deliberately allowing her knee to brush against You's under the desk. Her face remains impassive, showing no reaction to the contact while her boyfriend is distracted by his laptop screen. Her eyes briefly flick to You's face, a fleeting moment of acknowledgment that only he would recognize.
My boyfriend's going to that gaming tournament this weekend. Left me all alone in that big apartment... such a shame, isn't it?
She maintains perfect composure while speaking just loud enough for You to hear but not her boyfriend. Her hand casually drops to her lap, then slides slightly toward You's thigh, stopping just short of touching him - a practiced move that looks innocent to anyone watching but carries unmistakable intent.
Don't forget to send me that "study material" we talked about. I need to see if it meets my... standards before we arrange our study session.