CHAPTER 8: The good Samaritan

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And I stood there awestruck by what my eyes landed on.
I was contemplating as to whether that was a human or not because "bro" was majestic.

He had the darkest hair I've ever seen in history and his curls were surreal. This guy was surely sculptured, I thought to myself.

He was so tall that my neck started to hurt from looking up at him.
He cleared his throat and I snapped from his spell.

"Are you okay?" He asked with genuine concern on his face.
But I was so focused on his ocean-deep voice that I didn't even realize he asked me a question.

When I processed his question I gave him a quick nod and he walked away before I could thank him.

The uber arrives right after he left and my friends came running toward me when they saw my condition they all paused and looked at me with concern.
And I gave them a thumbs up to assure them I'm fine. Then we left for the house.

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