"Hello."
Flinching, I turn to my side only to find Seven's face practically inches away from mine.
"You-"
Seven's brown hair's ruffled and tattered to cascade down his eyebrows. The buttons of his school uniform's are loose, showing the white t-shirt underneath. He resembles a typical playboy you read in books and watch in movies. The playful kind.
If it were the real Lottie, she would've already collapsed from excitement just being this close to him.
My eyes shape like saucers as I take a cautious step back, expanding the space between us even before my mind could process the situation.
If Seven's here, then it means that the rest of his friends aren't too far behind.
He watches my movement with amusement taking over his face, subtly flickering his tongue over his bottom lip
