Margaret rolled her eyes lazily, her tiredness overtaking her instincts to get out of the situation.
Dark brown eyes peered up from heavy lids, taking in the motorcycle clad person hovering over her. Their right arm was resting above Margaret's head while their left was pressed on the wall by her right hip. The person had their head turned to Margaret's right, their body stiff as they watched the group of girls crows around Justin. Their helmet was like new, polished to near perfection. She had to squint as the sun began to blind her from how shiny it was.
Her eyes drifted down, taking note of their leather jacket and studded collar. She was tempted to reach out and see if it was real leather but, after noticing the designer name brand on the person's pants stitching, she could only assume so.
Margaret let her eyes close. The person was so close and the warmth from their body was lulling her to sleep.
She didn't know how long they were standing there, her being an accomplice to their fake lovers game, but the person muttering underneath their helmet woke her up. She glanced back up to the person and noticed that she could see their eyes - just slightly - behind the visor.
It was at that moment that the person might've felt it too because the slightest glimmer of amber eyes turned towards her instead. Their head snapped around to stare down at her, their face fully invisible.
Oh shit, Margaret thought as she shrinked back into the wall. She finally took notice of the massive height difference between them and she was not having it.
She could handle riding and working with tall horses. She highly preferred them to smaller equines but, when it came to people much taller than her, an unexplainable fear just took over.
And the longer they had this silent stare off with one another, the more the fear bubbled up.
"Not going to lie, I'm totally jealous of that couple right there."
Giggles erupted from the group of girls near Justin.
"Literally living the booktok fantasy!" A secondary voice chimed.
Margaret rolled her eyes. She couldn't help it. Her lip began to curl in disgust. Booktok became so damn insufferably horny and-
She inhaled sharply, feeling gloved hands interlace with hers. The person raised their intwined hands up while leaning their head into the crook of her neck. She froze, barely registering the leather covered thumb caress the back of her hand.
Well shit. She really was living up to the fantasy now, wasn't she?
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