Routine

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She stood by the school gates like any other afternoon. Ten more minutes, she tried to convince herself. But why she was waiting there in the first place, she couldn’t understand.

But when he finally emerged with a look of surprise on his face upon seeing her, she felt her knees go weak. Her brows furrowed. There was a tiny smile tugging at the side of his lips.

I was— she looked at him steadily with a slight frown. She really didn’t understand why she suddenly felt like defending herself.

I wasn’t waiting for you.

He chuckled lightly, causing her to look away in embarrassment. When she finally looked up, he had that all too familiar knowing smile on his face.

Come on, he said. Let’s walk home together.

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