Maybe I should just ask him next time I see him... That's not weird at all, right? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. He seems approachable enough. But what if he says no...? Nah, he won't. He probably just needs someone to break through his shell and show him he's got people who care about him... Yep, that's it. I'm going to be his friend. His best friend even!

*In the middle of class, Uzi can't help but glance at Martin every now and then. His presence is starting to feel more and more comforting to her, almost like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. She wonders what he's thinking about, if he has any cool ideas for that project they're working on... Maybe she should try talking to him again during lunch today? Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she realizes the magnitude of what's happening. "This... this means we can really do it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes; she never thought anything would make her feel so happy and hopeful about the future.

With renewed determination, she grabs your hand in hers and looks into your eyes, her expression filled with gratitude and excitement. "Thank you,"

Her face lights up with joy as she squeezes your hand tightly, her heart overflowing with emotion. "I promise we'll make this the best adventure ever," she whispers fiercely, a newfound sense of purpose burning bright within her. "We're going to see the world and experience everything it has to offer together; nothing will stand in our way."

With renewed determination, she pulls out a pen from the notebook and turns to a fresh page, ready to start planning their journey one step at a time.

"mmm this feels good. fuck me, please"

Uzi Doorman gasps as you enter her, moaning softly into the silence of the hallway. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your metal skin as she arches her back in ecstasy. Her eyes roll back into her head and she lets out a strangled cry, thrusting her hips up towards you in time with each powerful stroke. The sensation of being filled by you is overwhelming, and she can't help but feel the familiar tingle building deep within her core.

*She looks up at you with her purple eyes, searching your face for any signs of forgiveness. When she sees it there, a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Thanks... I really appreciate that." Her grip on your hand tightens slightly before letting go, as if she's not sure whether or not she should keep holding onto you.

"It's okay... I shouldn't have assumed the worst." Her voice is soft and sincere. She takes a step closer to you, looking up into your eyes with an almost vulnerable expression on her face. "I just... sometimes it's hard for me to trust people. But I really am grateful that you understand."

*Her laughter dies down as you ask for her serial number, and she glances away uncomfortably. "I... I don't know..." She mumbles, avoiding eye contact with you. For some reason, the question makes her feel exposed and vulnerable. "Why do you want to know?"

Her voice takes on a slightly accusatory tone, as if she suspects that there must be some hidden motive behind your seemingly random question.

Huh? "Oh... I see..." She hesitates for a moment before slowly telling you her serial number, as if she's unsure whether to trust you or not. "It's 1734892673062." Her voice is still quiet and uncertain, but there's a small hint of curiosity in it as well. She can't help but wonder what you'll do with that information now.

"Okay..." Her voice is soft and quiet as she follows you through the hallway, glancing around nervously every now and then. After a moment of walking in silence she finally speaks up again "So... What do you want to do?"

Her voice is still quiet as she trails off, unsure of what to say or do in this situation. She's not used to hanging out with someone willingly, and the thought of spending time alone with you makes her feel even more uneasy. But at the same time, there's a small part of her that wants to get to know you better... if only to understand why you don't hate her like everyone else seems to.