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Surprisingly, Daniel can sing. What can't he do? That man practically has everything that any man would want, even talent.

Still, I was really taken back by Duke. He had things prepared and ready. He looked like a professional.

The only thing I've been able to help them with was ideas that came up. Some ideas turned down, and some were able to help.

Some.

Not only that, Duke has such a nice grandmother. She's lucky to have a grandson like Duke. He's very talented.

Well, sure, he has talent, but that's not what the world wants now. What society wants is looks and beauty. They no longer want talent.

Such a shame, really. Industries mostly care about looks. They overlook once talent over beauty.

Then, one gets bullied for either being not able to reach the society's beauty standards or for reaching the beauty standards.

People are complicated.

They bully you for being ugly, then just when you're an absolute beauty, they bully for it.

What the actual heck?

I didn't stay as long as Daniel, saying my goodbyes early.

I took a stroll and then got hungry. I knew a small convenience store nearby so I went.

I zipped my jacket all the way up, glancing around from time to time. 'I shouldn't beat myself from that event a week ago!'

The street looked familiar to me, knowing already that the store was already nearby.

I glanced up to the building that's coming to view.

Tilting my head to the sides as I saw Vasco, walking towards the area I was coming from.

Man was looking on the ground. What was he thinking? Before he straightened up and noticed me.

I awkwardly waved at him as he waved back.

"Where are you headed to this late l/n?" Vasco asked.

As he and I started walking together.

"Just the convenience store nearby," I stated as he nodded.

Then, knowing that he is also heading that way. We decided to company each other on the way.

He said that he needed to protect me so that the bad guys won't come after me.

I giggled at his statement, and my face heated up. 'The hell, Vasco, that's so cute!'

I mentally had war between myself and my fluttering heart.

I had to mentally slap myself and punch my heart. Hearing it from someone like Vasco, who, in the outside, looks intimidating and scary while his whole person was the complete opposite.

'Cute!'

How was I sure that his personality was different? I had bumped into him and his friends a couple of times in school for some time now, and the way he talks is kinda cute if you ask me.

"L/N?.... l/n!" Vasco waved in front of me.

I snapped out of it, staring at Vasco for a moment.

I awkwardly chuckled, laughing at my own stupidity. Making Vasco worried for a second before I told him to simply brush it off.

We got into the store as Vasco directly went up to the cashier as I went into the shelves.

Helped myself some chips and drinks for later on. 'And probably some ice cream too...'

I went into the counter. Vasco casually talks with the male cashier who looked our age, drinking a milk chocolate in hand.

I paid for the food I bought, Vasco just waiting out in the door for me.

"I'll take you back home,"

"Eh?"

"Ehh?"

I - no we - we stared at each other for a moment before I spoke up, stuttering in the process of so.

"N-no, it's fine, you don't have to!" I insisted.

"But if I don't, then the bad guys will get you," Vasco initiated.

It took Vasco and I to solely decide that Vasco himself would take me home so that the bad guys won't come for me again.

We walked for complete silence at first, awkward and tense. Probably for me.

I stole glances of Vasco from time to time, somewhat reminding me of the time he saved my life.

I fiddled with my fingers, looking down at the ground.

I technically owe Vasco my life. We weren't even that close, but he chose to intervene and help me.

Well, it is Vasco. That's how his morals go. Like the actual Heroman himself, adorable.

Usually, I'd find that really childish and immature, but seeing how Vasco is so dedicated to it, I haven't thought of it the same way ever again.

Man, even now, I wish I've been closer with him sooner. 'Hah, closer, my ass'

I don't go along with men well. Why? Because I go nervous as heck, I don't really communicate with guys well.

Never in my life have I had a normal conversation with a guy, other than my dad and cousins, but still.

I get really anxious and awkward, like girl, what am I supposed to say?

Neither Vasco nor I have spoken for the last minute. Is it just me, or are things getting awkward?

Though I wouldn't complain, the silence is comforting, yes. But with a company and more preferably, a company whose opposite gender of me makes it a bit awkward.

I glanced towards Vasco, his gaze followed on the road ahead of us. Attentive and somewhat focused.

I didn't realise that I was staring too long when Vasco noticed my gaze on his and turned to look at me.

I quickly looked away from embarrassment.

As soon as we arrived at my place, I quickly bid Vasco goodbye.

"Bye l/n," Vasco mumbled.