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ROSE HILL
KARMA
KARMINA YAWNED AND BLINKED A FEW TIMES BEFORE REFOCUSING ON THE ENTRANCE OF THE BAR. Harley and she were waiting outside by the sidewalk adjacent to the bar Mr. Stark went into. The Brazilian teen shivered, it was late at night and all she wanted to do was turn into a hot burrito and fall asleep. God, how much she misses the sun, she isn't equipped for cold weather and she just decided right there and then that she disliked it.
"Are you cold?" Harley pointed out the obvious beside her. Karma's cheeks and nose were rosy and she feared getting a cold.
So in a desperate attempt of survival, she pulled Harley close to her and linked her arms around his. "Shut up. I'm not from around here so I'm not used to this kind of weather."
Harley's cheeks were a deep shade of pink due to the weather, she gripped Harley's arm and tried to relax her body so she could warm up. "Where are you from anyway? You have an accent, I don't want to say Spanish but it kind of sounds like it."
Karma frowns. "I have an accent?" She turned to face him, the boy was inches shorter than her. "Huh, I never thought about it. But I'm from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil."
"Wow, that's so cool." He gushed, Karma blushed and giggled. "Say something in Portuguese."
"Like what?"
"Anything."
Karma observed him as she thought, Harley's cheek grew even redder but his eyes were glued on her. "Hmm, você tem olhos bonitos."
"Wow..." He mumbled, impressed. "What does it mean?"
"You have beautiful eyes," Karma revealed, smirking.
Harley gave her a dimply smile, arching one of his eyebrows. "You like my eyes?" Karma nodded. "Wow, uh, well, that's a first." He cleared his throat. "Sorry, I'm not used to being told anything other than a freak. You are the first person who is nice to me."
