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"Hello stalker," she addressed me.
"I'm not a stalker or something," I said; flabbergasted.
"Please don't lie now. I've seen you stare at me for six days in a row now. Continuously. Sitting under that same tree everyday. And you never came here before. So sir I define that as stalking," she sassily responded.
So sharp for someone who looks so sweet.
"Okay maybe but how do you know that I never came here before, that I stare at you, that I sir under that tree. It means you were also closely observing. And I define that as stalking, madame," I reverted.
"Cool, since we're both stalking each other, may I get your name?" she asked me out of the blue.
"Huh?" I was clearly taken aback.
"Don't you know your name?" she said; dissing me.
"I'm Jungkook," I answered, ignoring her sass.
"I'm Yasmine," she said extending her hand for a handshake.
I shook her hand and she took me by surprise when she snatched my notebook from my hand. I had taken it out of my bag earlier.
"What the hell are you doing!?" I yelled at her.
"I knew it! I knew that you were drawing me. You literally drew six sketches of me. SIX!" she victoriously said as she flipped the pages of my notebook.
"That's invasion of privacy," I said; accusing her.
"Well, you drawing me without my permission is even more an invasion of privacy. So don't lecture me," she said rolling her eyes at me.
"Whatever. I forgive you because the sketches are great. And now that I get your name. Jungkook you said, right?" she uselessly said.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Are you the author Jungkook? Like the one who wrote Haunted? The one who wrote Exile? The one who wrote Zero 'O' clock? The one who wrote House of Cards?" she bombarded the names of my books at me. She further added, "Because you look too similar to him from his pictures in his books. Are you?"
"Yes, I am that author," I frustratedly spoke.
"Wow, I love your books man. I literally have all the books I just named. But wait are you a stalker? Are you not a good person? Because the philosophy in your books is so good," she spoke again.
She talked a lot.
But I liked her voice.
"Listen lady, I wasn't stalking you. I was just admiring. And I drew you because I was drawing that tree and you were always sitting under it, so of course you made it into the sketches," I said, elaborating.
"That's the thing. So do you love autumn?" she asked me. For some reason it was so weird.
I thought she'd be shy, sweet, but she was outspoken, sharp and bold.
But that's not bad at all.
"Yes," I replied.
"I love it too," she smiled at me.
And that's the point I lost all the annoyance on her. She certainly had the most beautiful of smiles I'd ever seen.
But her behaviour isn't as attractive. Or maybe I just formed an opinion on her which I shouldn't have.
I don't think I like her anymore. Or maybe I like her even more?
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