She stared at him. It was only yesterday her brother left for college.
That's right, her brother.
But when he smiled, there was a difference in that smile. It was almost strained, almost difficult to read. As if he was faking it. Her mother always reminded her, 'fake it til you make it.'
He was doing exactly what their mom had told them.
Cassidy tilted her head in confusion. "First you most likely shoot something, then you capture me, and I am NOW finding out it's my brother?"
And he's still having that prosperous smile etched onto his lips. "Yes."
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Short StoryA short story about how a guy found a girl And they grew to know each other better.
