Mystery Guy || Cassidy
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Sorry for falling asleep on you last night.
It's okay. You told me you might.
Still, I could have told you.
Whatever. It happened and it is completely okay.
Fine. Hey you never told me how you know what I look like.
Simple. Actually it is.
Yeah.
Don't you remember a delivery recently?
Yeah. Wait was that you?
Maybe. But I was there that day.
Okay? There wasn't that many people there.
I know.
Cassidy this isn't funny anymore.
Fine. You're right.
Thank you. Now are you going to tell me?
You guessed right.
Really?
Yep. I was the delivery girl. I was filling in for a family member.
Huh. So I guess you know my name already. And is that why you kept your face covered.
Yep, but I want you to tell me it again.
It's Owen.
No. Say it like you are introducing yourself.
Hello Cassidy. My name is Owen, nice to meet you.
There you go.
I'm upset you didn't tell me it was you.
To be honest, I didn't want you to notice me. I was trying to be in disguise.
It worked pretty well.
Thank you.
So does that mean you know who the stuff was from?
Yep.
Can you tell me?
Nope. Besides, where's the fun in that.
I'll give you a hint. You probably already know who it is. It's most likely right.
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Mr. Pick-Me-Upper
Short StoryCompleted. "Keep your head up Princess, your tiara is falling." "Did you really try to comfort me with that line?" "Well. Is it working?" "What do you think? No, it's not." ••• When Cassidy graduated high school she never thought anyone would...
