Lunick blinked and shook his head quickly. He was almost disappointed in his own thoughts, he shouldn’t be thinking about how pretty or not pretty this girl is when he doesn’t even know her name. Which he could, theoretically, ask.

But he’s not going to. He turned his gaze back down towards the speech.

But he’s not going to.

But he’s not going to.

But he’s not going to.

motherfucker