"V...I think this is bad," Soji says biting her lip.
This is how she looks like... :
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I can't breathe.
You look. Too pretty.
"Ye-yes! I mean no, you look fabulous!" I gasp.
"Uh...thanks..." she said.
"This outfit used to be my mother's so then she passed them down to me," Soji says.
"You should go change too."
"Oh right," I say.
I went to the bathroom and changed.
I chose a silver suit and brushed my hair again.
I wonder if Soji is lost when she was a child. I think.
I should probably ask her in the movies and I never thought that I'd like a girl this much.
Soji's nice.
Fun.
Creative.
Humorous.
And gentle.
Also pretty.
I quickly rush out of the restroom.
DO I look good?....
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But for some reason...this girl is familiar. Like I've seen her before.
I see Soji sitting and waiting patiently for me.
She's on her Instagram.
"Hey, Soji, do you have a Instagram?" I ask her.
"Yes! Why?" she asks looking up at me.
"How many followers do you have?" I ask.
I have Twenty Million followers.
"Thirty Five Million," she repiles.
My eyes bug out.
No wonder why the entertainment let her in!
And no wonder why she seemed so familiar. She's an Instagramer Star!
"Oh my goodness! You're popular!" I gasp.
She shrugs like it isn't a big deal.
"I hate it when three million notifications pop up and how they try to stalk me. Blarg."
Oh.
"Well..." Soji started.
"Let's just go to the movies already," I said in a confident voice.
"Uh...ok."
We walked back into my car and I drove us off.
