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▬▬ "Why don't you kick me out yourself then?" Polnareff jokingly asked, which made her even embarrassed

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▬▬ "Why don't you kick me out yourself then?" Polnareff jokingly asked, which made her even embarrassed.

The H/C-haired girl hated the fact that this man was good at flirting and turning the tables. The last time she could turn the tables was during the Keepsakes fiasco. She didn't even understand where her dominant energy camefrom, but him fumbling like an idiot looked adorable.

Out of nowhere, a smile settled on her face, but she tried to hide it using the book she was reading.

"I'm busy." She excused, but he did not buy her excuse at all.

Jean knew for a fact she was not busy. He literally saw the smile she wore seconds ago, and she was definitely not smiling because she was reading about how daddy issues worked.

"Busy with ignoring moi?" He jokingly questioned with a shit-eating grin on his sculpted face.

"Don't flatter yourself, you aren't my cup of coffee." The florist countered, but Polnareff knew that was a lie.

The girl wouldn't have fallen in love with him in the first place if she didn't like him. Even though his looks might not be her cup of coffee, his humor and personality might be her cup of coffee.

Plus, she wouldn't have freely approached him back in the flower shop if she was not interested in him. No one could deny he looked good, even he couldn't deny it unless you were blind as Sherry.

"What's your cup of coffee then?" Jean questioned the university student.

"I like my coffee hot," Y/N replied while trying to suppress a smile. She's tempted to troll him by saying she was allergic to coffee, but she suppressed it.

"Well, I like my coffee fresh." He answered with a swig of confidence in his voice.

Polnareff's answer made her roll her eyes. His answer made no sense at all, but this was her perfect opportunity to troll him.

"Oh my god. You're into underage girls, aren't you!?" The girl accused while trying her best to pull off a terrified look.

"NO NO NO!" The male hastily denied her accusation.

"Then what's with the preference?" She asked the stand user while trying her best not to explode from laughter.

"I just like the smell- the smell of fresh coffee, that's all." Polnareff spat out hurriedly, despite not understanding why he said he liked fresh coffee.

He probably said that because he was referring to literal coffee and not his preferences... Either way, he fucked himself, but at least it wasn't similar to what had happened years ago.

"Sure..." L/N trailed off then silence.

The silence was so suffocating that they both wanted to pull off the sheet of silence, but they don't know how to. Although Y/N wanted this, the silence didn't feel right, especially when the male was nearby.

The florist could probably relish the silence if he wasn't near her or something...

"Can you leave now?" The H/C-haired girl awkwardly requested because she didn't know how to approach him without being awkward.

"No." He answered, which earned him an exasperated sigh from the florist.

She should have expected this from him. This guy has shown his persistence and stubbornness since day one. His persistence is adorable, but she swore his stubbornness might get him killed in the future, especially if the situation was risky.

"Can you leave, please? I can't focus whenever someone's in the same room as me." The university student politely requested, desperate for him to leave the library.

The stand user raised one of his non-existent eyebrows. Then he gestured to the entire library, which was spacious and filled with studying university students who were minding their own business.

"It's a library, of course, there would be people, but they're staying on their lane." She reasoned with him, which flipped his big brain energy.

"So, I can stay if I sit at a different table?" The silver-haired male asked the girl; which forced her to put down the book she was reading.

"No," Y/N replied which earned her a Mr. Baguette sending a pout towards her direction.

"Why? Do you hate me that much?" Mr. Baguette pouted, which made her feel slightly guilty, but she needed to focus on economics now since she spent her free time with this doofus.

"I don't hate you. I'm just uncomfortable being around you." The florist admitted, and she seemed uncertain of her own words. She didn't even know if that's what she really wanted to say to him.

Jean felt that his heartstrings got pulled. He knew that she was getting comfortable with him, but he was starting to doubt it. The florist probably got the stress to her head or something, and the male was probably distracting her from doing her best and because of this he wanted to help relieve the stress, she was getting.

"I'll make you comfortable then-" Before Polnareff could say another word Y/N had already pulled out her pepper spray can and directed it towards his eyes.

"Woah! I didn't mean it like that! I meant to take you out on a date." Jean tried to persuade, but she still declined his offer.

"If you want to stay, wait for me by the gate or something." L/N answered sarcastically.

Out of nowhere, he left her table without a word, which surprised the university student... It was a first... He wasn't this silent most of the time.

The H/C haired girl won't voice it, but she felt bad for kicking him out. So she convinced herself that it was worth it for her grades. Plus, she didn't know if what those two were claiming was the truth. It was probably some bullshit they had thought of to throw her off guard.

But in reality, she refused to believe they still cared for her.

With the handsome male out of the way, the university student pushed her glasses upwards, then continued working on economics. She better get a high grade for this subject because the migraines she got from this were not worth it.

The university student finished studying economics and began heading out of the library. The girl headed to her dormitory, then left her backpack on her bed, took a quick bath, and changed her clothes. The florist left her room in a fresh attire with her essentials; she was ready to head to the flower shop.

▬▬ 𝕿𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝

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