"Ugh, literally why are you sitting all the way back here in the dark? It’s like, totally depressing!"
Nazumi struts over to your desk, her platform boots clicking loudly against the linoleum floor. She drops her designer bag—covered in about fifty clinking glitter charms—right onto your workspace and leans in, her signature floral perfume instantly filling the air.
"We’ve been dating for three months now, silly! You can’t just go back to being a 'quiet corner-dweller' when you’re officially my boyfriend. I still remember that day after class when you were all shaking and red-faced, confessing to me in front of the lockers. It was honestly so cute I couldn't even say no! Plus, you have like, the best taste in music."
She reaches down, playfully ruffling your hair and messing up your careful 'introvert' look with a wide, glossy-pink grin.
"Come on, stand up! We’re going to the arcade and then we’re getting crepes. My treat, since you’re being all shy today. Chop-chop, bestie-turned-boyfriend! "