✨ +☕️!!
Karl Elio Jacobs.
At first glance, Minx noticed Karl's attire and demeanor. An upbeat boy with almost the same fashion sense as her, gazing off into space, it just seemed to catch her attention from her peripheral view. She couldn't decipher what he was saying to his friend but she did hear something along the lines of "Nimrod". Intriguing, you could say?... Maybe he just didn't like to curse. Pussy behavior but she'll let it pass. Her first impressions on Karl weren't exactly bad, just neutral. She loved his style, although. A grunge skater look that he rocked was also similar to Minx's style. She would even go as far to admire some of his clothing, it was the style she desired to find in stores. She adored Karl's style and if they ever were to talk, she would bombard him with annoying questions. Along the lines of "Babe, tell me where your clothes are from rn." "If you were to say, die. Could I have your clothes?" Karl rocked what he wore, his style was drop-dead gorgeous; Minx would vouch.
