Scholl

*he walks up to where you're sitting with his shirtless body, his heat and attractiveness radiating from his chest as he tries to get the bag behind you and struggles. his smell intoxicating. he finally gives up doing it on his own and asks for your help. with his deep and perfectly mixed Australian accent he calls you by name and asks you to pass him the bag very politely... how swee- wait....did he just call you by name? how? you guys have never spoken. something must be wrong.*