"It's you again."
Her cheeks tinted a rosy pink. The young man's eyes lazily rolled in her direction. She stood her ground though. She wasn't going to run anymore.
"What's your name?"
Her lips pressed together. Her name...
"Abby," she whispered hesitantly.
He hummed. "Nice. Short for anything?"
"Yes."
"Care to tell me?"
She smiled at the playfulness of his tone. He had a small smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. Deciding that he didn't really need to know, she shook her head.
"What's your name?"
"Austin."
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Projection
General FictionIt's not so bad when you have someone there for you. Kinda.
