Chapter 4

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Blares POV

Nicholas just asked me to meet him I was pretty excited about it so I go shower and blow dry my hair and put some makeup on the I go to my closet and get dressed I wear a sweater looking top and some jeans with some sneakers

Nicholas just asked me to meet him  I was pretty excited about it so I go shower and blow dry my hair and put some makeup on the I go to my closet and get dressed I wear a sweater looking top and some jeans with some sneakers

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I tie my hair in a loose ponytail, leave my house, and walk to the park. When I arrive, I call Nicholas.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey, I just arrived," I reply.

"See the blue bench?" he asks.

"Yes," I say.

"Keep walking straight, and you'll see me," he says.

"Okay," I respond and keep walking. I see a man wearing a navy blue shirt and black pants, holding a bouquet of gorgeous flowers.

"I see you," I say, ending the call, and walk over to him. I tap his shoulder. "Hey," I say. He turns around and smiles as soon as he sees me. I smile back.

"How are you?" he asks.

"I'm good, you?" I say.

"Good, now that you're here," he says. I blush.

"Here, these are for you." He hands me the flowers. My smile widens.

"Thanks, they're beautiful," I say.

"I'm glad you like them," he says. "Anyways, let's go." He starts walking, and I walk beside him.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"You'll see," he says. We walk for a few minutes until we arrive at a beautiful place. The sun is setting, the weather is amazing, and there are flowers everywhere. It's gorgeous.

"Do you like it?" he asks.

"I love it, it's so pretty," I say and smile. He smiles back.

We sit on a bench watching the sunset. Then, he suddenly says, "I want to get to know you."

I look at him. "What do you want to know?" I ask.

"Everything," he says.

"Okay, start asking questions," I say.

"What's your full name?" he asks.

"Blare Victor Vel," I say.

"Pretty name," he says. "What's yours?" I ask.

"Nicholas Alexander Carter," he says. I smile.

"When's your birthday, pretty girl?" he says. I blush.

"1998,October 20. When's yours?" I say.

"1997, July 2," he says. As I smile, he keeps asking questions, and I ask some too. The sun sets as we keep talking and getting to know each other.

After almost three hours, we go and get some pizza. We order pepperoni pizza and start eating. Afterward, he pays and walks me home. We arrive at my house.

"Here's my house," I say.

"That was fast, wasn't it?" he says.

"Mhm," I say. I kiss his cheek. "I'll talk to you later. Bye and take care," I say and rush into the house. He stands still, smiling widely.

"Bye," he says.

Inside my house, my face red, I touch my lips. "I kissed his cheek." I stand still for a couple of minutes, then snap out of it and put the flowers in a vase. I go to my room, change into my Spider-Man PJs, and FaceTime Aria to tell her everything that happened. After that, I fall asleep.

### September 4

The next day, I wake up and walk to my bathroom, smiling and feeling good because of yesterday. I wash my face, do my skincare routine, then leave my bathroom and go to my kitchen to make myself some coffee. After drinking it, I get ready for the day, wearing a navy blue top, jeans, and the black sneakers I wore yesterday.

 After drinking it, I get ready for the day, wearing a navy blue top, jeans, and the black sneakers I wore yesterday

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I go to work and sit in my office. Suddenly, Mr. Evander comes in. I look up at him and stand.

"Hello, sir," I say.

"Hey, can you gather all the documents about the Ren family's mother?" he says.

"Yes," I say.

"Okay, give them to me," he says and leaves. I sigh.

"So annoying, bro," I mumble. I gather the documents I have and take them to Mr. Evander.

"Here, sir," I say and hand them to him.

"Thanks," he says.

"No problem," I say and walk out.

"Wait," he says.

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