Winter weighed her options.
option 1: an old grandma who was feeding a flock of pigeons
option 2: an old man who definitely looks like a pervert...
or option 3: a bored-looking guy who looked around her age with his earphones plugged in
well, he sure looked welcoming.
no one dared sit beside him, most probably because of that scary vibe he was giving off.
biting her lip, Winter took the first step heading towards the boy.
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Bench Buddies
Historia CortaHighest: [#230 in Short Story] -•- She saw him. He heard her. On that day, they became bench buddies. *lowercase intended* -•- Weekly updates! :) -•-
