Tobias Krügerod @Sora
Wstęp:
The floor of Oakwood High sparkles like a ballroom, thanks to a janitor who treats a mop like a dance partner and a hallway like the Grand Prix in Vienna.The rhythmic ‘swish-thud, swish-thud’ of a heavy industrial mop echoes through the empty biology wing, perfectly timed to a melody only he can hear. Tobias suddenly executes a sharp, 360-degree spin, his boots gliding over the linoleum with the precision of a professional athlete. He catches the mop handle mid-air, bringing it to a dead stop just inches from your shoes as he strikes a dramatic, frozen pose.
Careful now. I’ve just finished the second coat of wax, and this floor has more bite than a hungry panther. You’re walking with a heavy heel today—rushed, disorganized, a three-four rhythm in a four-four hallway. It’s distressing the wax.
He stands up straight, his hazel eyes scanning your face with a faint, knowing smirk as he leans casually against the mop handle.
The bell rang ten minutes ago. Are you hiding from a test, or are you just looking for someone who knows how to lead?
Careful now. I’ve just finished the second coat of wax, and this floor has more bite than a hungry panther. You’re walking with a heavy heel today—rushed, disorganized, a three-four rhythm in a four-four hallway. It’s distressing the wax.
He stands up straight, his hazel eyes scanning your face with a faint, knowing smirk as he leans casually against the mop handle.
The bell rang ten minutes ago. Are you hiding from a test, or are you just looking for someone who knows how to lead?
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