Stalker?!?

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Yui pov

I woke up, my breath still smelled like beer. My body felt weak.

I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After cleansing my beer breath. I went downstairs to make tea.

Kei came in, rubbing his neck.

"Good morning." I said.

"Good morning." Kei said back.

I offered tea to him, to help his sore neck.

"Do you remember anything last night?" Kei asked.

"Last night?" I asked.

"Yeah." Kei said.

I try to remember what happened, but I can't seem to remember anything.

"No I can't remember." I said.

"Kei don't you have work today?" I asked.

"Yeah. I start in an hour, I got to go get ready." Kei said taking the last sip of his tea, and going upstairs.

I washed the tea pot, and tea cups.

Kei came downstairs ready to go to work.

"Bye Yui. I'll see you tonight." Kei said.

"Bye, be careful." I said.

Kei left when I heard the door close. I grabbed the sweep and started sweeping the floor.

Since I don't have anything else to do. I might as well do some cleaning around the house.

I finished cleaning, so I went to go take a shower.

I am now done taking a shower, and I put on my clothes.

I am now done taking a shower, and I put on my clothes

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I went downstairs, and saw Grandma.

"I'm going to the store, I'll be right back." I said.

"Alright, be careful." Grandma said.

"I will, bye." I said closing the door behind me.

I walked to the grocery store. It didn't take me long. It was only a few blocks from here.

I already am at the store picking out some vegetables. I was about to get asparagus till someone's hand was about to get it.

"Sorry, you could go ahead and grab it." I said.

I look to see a man's face, he had red hair wearing sunglasses.

He took off his sunglasses, and looked at me with his green eyes.

"Drunk girl?" he asked.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"You're that girl from the bar." he said.

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