It's mid-semestral break. My mom dragged me away from my laptop, the only source of light in my completely closed room. In order to prevent me from sneaking back to my anime marathon, they gave me money to purchase new set of anything for the second semester.
The jeep ride was as usual sardine-packed. The mall is as usual full of random strangers I'm secretly criticizing. And I am lost again as usual due to my lack of sense in direction.
I settled for Draven. I can't find Sketchers or Vans, might as well try a new brand of shoes.
As I scan the displays, a pair of sneakers suddenly popped in front of me even touching the tip of my nose.
"Try this on. I think it'll suit you" I turn to my left tracing the arm holding the sneakers. It's a stranger. A handsome stranger but looks can be deceiving.
I ignored the stranger by looking at the opposite shelf. "Air," My name coming from his mouth caught my attention. "The laces have stars on it. I know you like it." He added.
With a creasing forehead I faced him. My expression is enough for him to comprehend.
"I'm Dion's brother. I am sorry about my outburst. I sort of exchanged your number with one of my cousins from my sister's contacts."
Oh. Mr. Immature Wrong Number.
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Missed Call
Kısa HikayeHe called. She didn't pick up. She missed the call. She missed him too. Air wears anime statement shirts while she trains to be a soldier of Marx through reading his works with her thick square-rimmed glasses to go against the oppression of Dom, the...
