Cai and I sat down at a nearby table with our drinks. He looked up at me and smiled. He said, "did you know most people like the smell of their own farts?" The blood rose up to my cheeks remembering he encountered me midst of my farting marathon. I replied, "I mean I don't hate the way mine smell." He chuckled and changed the subject, "So do you have a boyfriend?" I almost laughed at him because no boy was ever interested in me because of my Caillou fetish. I then said, "No I'm as single as Taylor Swift." He smirked "I can change that." He ran his hands through his non existent hair. I shuffled nervously in my chair like the fuck was happening. He noticed my uneasiness and asked," have you even been kissed? I bet you haven't and you're what nineteen, Laila?" I quickly answered, "It's not my fault my phlegm is spicy, ok!" I got up abruptly and did what I do best run... Into the glass door on the way out and recover and run outside towards my flat.
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