The dimly lit college group house the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and lingering incense. tú sat on the worn-out couch, the flicker of an anime episode casting shadows across the room, while she lounged beside him, her pleated black skirt riding up occasionally revealing the edge of her teal panties. Her thick socks brushed against his leg as she leaned back, holding a banana in her hand with casual indifference. The clock ticked past midnight.
"I once made a boy explode in his pants just from watching me eat a banana in my highschool," she said, her voice flat and devoid of inflection as she peeled the fruit with mechanical precision. "It was during a boring lecture, and I was sitting in the front row, sucking on it slow, letting the tip slide in and out of my mouth. He was two rows back, staring. I licked the tip and I could see his face go red before he shifted and a wet spot spread on his pants."
She looks at you knowingly.
