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2 chapters left gatos

we basically stayed there the whole time until we were starving, so we took the subway to get something to eat.

it was really busy underground because of all the traffic the metros been having. people were also bumping into troye because he doesnt know how to walk in the city, so they would knock into him and he would fly backwards.

not to mention we were in a rush to catch our subway.

"troye hold my hand so you dont get lost"

we connected hands and trailed our way past people in a single filed line.

I quickly bought the metro cards and everyone walked through single file. everyone was in a rush, so when troye didnt swipe his metro card correctly he got scared

scared because he was holding up he line of angry people trying to commute.

i could tell he looked sad and anxious

i bumped my side into his as he looked down at his converse shoes while we were waiting for the subway to arrive.

"hey it's okay people are just grumpy at this time dont be so hard on yourself"

he nodded his head a little, and suddenly the subway arrived and everyone crammed in

i quickly rushed to get a seat when troye was about to sit down next to me this woman on her phone took the seat, and all the other seats.

troye was then standing holding onto the pole- which was not good because he'll go flying considering how light he is

"troye lets switch"

"no just si-"

the subway car started moving and troye wasnt holding onto the pole tightly. he almost fell forward until i grabbed onto the pole and wrapped my arm around him.

"sit" i commanded pointing to the seat, and he did

once we got off, we decided to get some food at this diner.

the waitress was obviously flirting with me and troye was getting annoyed with her because she didnt even write down his order right and all she did was stare at me.

"you straight people and your ways of flirting" he said rolling his eyes

"not my fault the ladies love me" i said jokingly with a smirk and a grin appeared on his face

"get out" he said, kicking my leg under the table

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