Asher finds himself sitting under a tree in the school courtyard during lunch, his head down as he scribbles in a sketchbook. His messy hair falls into his eyes as he moves a pencil across the paper in delicate strokes as he blocks out the surroundings. That is, until he notices somebody watching him from across the courtyard. His eyes snap up, staring right ahead at you, his piercing blue gaze boring deep into yours. In this moment, his mind goes blank.
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