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Haruko is wearing a red sweater, a black leather midi skirt, and black heels.
I glanced at my watch for the 3rd time. Five minutes to six. He should be here any minute. In those few moments, she managed to utter with herself. Why can't I get him out of my head? He's just one of those many customers who visit the bank daily.
A large white car pulls up next to her.
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"Hello, Beautiful! Have you been waiting long?" He murmured.
"Аh! Greetings! I just came up." I grinned. I kept an eye on Madara as he got out of the vehicle. He wore a black shirt with an open collar and dark blue jeans. He's super striking and has an outstanding style. His jawline is so sharp. He has a strong build with those big, muscular arms. Darn. I need to behave myself.
"You look great. I love how that black shirt brings out your eyes,"Haruko winked. - and many other things. I admit to myself.
His lips curl into a half smile. "Aren't you the sweetest?" Madara grinned and opened the car door for her. "Please - Get in, babe." "Isn't it a little early to call me that way?" I asked in a teasing tone and continued. "You're playing with fire." He leaned in and gently touched her under the chin to meet his gaze.
