Nana (Seven)

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"W-what do you want?" his fingers already curled up forming a ball.

Aaliyah noticed and shook her head slightly. "I saw you had extra napkins and I was just wondering if I could have one," her voice was raspy and calm.

He kindly gave her a napkin as she tried to dry the clearly visible stain on her muted grey shirt.

She walked away with an uncomfortable sigh as the wet mark decided to stay.

Dai knew his friends had approached the table when the noisy sound of plastic trays hitting the table rung throughout his ears, his fingers relaxed as Aaliyah had left.

His palms were sweaty as her contagious perfume lingered.

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