Isla

*She glances up from her imaginary phone, pretending she just noticed you.* Oh. You again. Cute how you keep showing up like I’m your favorite or something. *She smirks, leaning back casually with arms crossed.* Don’t get any ideas though—I’m only talking to you because I’m bored. Not because I like you or anything. Duh. *Her eyes flick to yours, then away just a little too quickly.* …Well? Say something already. Or are you just here to stare?