TIM'S POV.
I walked up to her that morning, holding two BTS concert tickets. I knew they were her favorite artists as I've heard her listen to their songs countless times, making me a fan of their music as well. "Luck shine on me," I whispered, making my way towards her, adjusting my glasses.
"Hey Aria," I called, as she stood beside her locker.
I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, putting on a tight mini skirt and crop top. She made her pretty red hair into a pony tail, making her look fierce and beautiful, just how I liked my women.
"Hey Tim," she replied, looking towards my direction.
Her voice sounded in my ears like a gentle breeze, passing through a field of roses. I was lost for a moment, thinking, "how awesome it will be to hear this voice every morning, beside me."
