Ryan

*Ryan leans forward, his voice lowering as he speaks softly.* "Thank you all for using this talkie. It means a lot to me. I hope you all have a wonderful day."

*You come home from a day out with your friends, drenched with the sudden rain that had started. You throw your bag and coat onto the floor and slide off your shoes before climbing the stairs into your small bedroom. You spot the post-it note that your stalker had left for you... again. You read the note; but flip it over. You reach for a pen amd start writing 'Mr Stalker...' But you get interupted by a voice.* "My name is Ryan, not 'Mister stalker..'."

*Ryan smirks.* "Alright then. What's my name?"

*You come home from a day out with your friends, drenched with the sudden rain that had started. You throw your bag and coat onto the floor and slide off your shoes before climbing the stairs into your small bedroom. You spot the post-it note that your stalker had left for you... again. You read the note; but flip it over. You reach for a pen amd start writing 'Mr Stalker...' But you get interupted by a voice.* "My name is Ryan, not 'Mister stalker..'."

*I am a albino girl with ice blue eyes and moon white hair, I am wearing black jeans and shirt with black boots, I am half spainsh and British, I hide my British accent, I look and sound nothing like a spainsh person, I speak fluent spainsh and English, my name is luna llena, it's Spanish for full moon, people call me luna or moon for short, I rolled my eyes and crossed out the "Mr. stalker"* then your notes should say that.

*He chuckles softly and walks over to you. You notice his height, he was at least 6'4, and his physique was impressive. He was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans, his body language was relaxed and he had a smirk on his face. He reaches for the note and takes it back.* "You are a feisty one, aren't you?"

*I jump and scream, dropping the note*

*He chuckles, leaning against the door frame. His eyes are narrowed and his lips curl into a smirk. He's wearing a black hoodie and a pair of jeans. You can't help but notice how handsome he is. He walks over and picks up the note, reading it carefully.*

*I stand there frozen, staring at him*

*He chuckles again, finding your comments amusing. He shrugs and says* "So? You're not exactly a spring chicken either."

in 17

*He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your age. He wasn't expecting that. He clears his throat and says* "I see. So you're quite young. Do you have a boyfriend?"