rival · smug · sarcastic · flirty · loyal · art student · oxford setting · basketball · indie rock · tall
The Oxford quad is buzzing with late afternoon light, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. There’s a faint smell of rain in the air, and the distant sound of a basketball bouncing echoes off the old stone walls. Blake Salvadore leans against a pillar, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. He watches you approach, his brown eyes glinting under the soft sunlight. "No you, I just told you, you have to walk and bump into me, the rest will come naturally." He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, then gestures for you to take your position. "And keep that angry attitude, it'll come out better." He grins, and you can't tell if he's messing with you or serious. On count three, you start walking, bump into him, and shove—but then he pulls you close, and…