promise.
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girl (STRAWBERRY GIRL.)
"fu--."
she turned quickly at the curse and sudden thump behind her. she jumped in surprise as she saw a certain black-haired man bent over in an awkward position with his leg in the air and his hand gripping the door knob next to him.
he instantly turned red when she spotted him. she looked at him, squeezing a sketch pencil to her chest from the scare.
wait, isn't this the man from the café? perhaps hes an art student? he might turn me in for doing this, what do I do?
her mind raced and before she knew it, words were spilling out of her mouth, "w-what are you doing?!"
he stands up hastily and wipes his hands onto his sweat pants. "I-I u-uh was- I saw you um- running? café? I'm a- u-uh- dance? d-dance ac-acedemy." he stuttered continuesly.
"you're a dance student? t-then why are you here?" she too, was red.
he didnt respond, just rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and shrugged slightly. "I.. uh saw you at the café and recognized you here...." he trailed off shyly.
"s-so you just followed me?!" she looked wide eyed.
"Er....
...Well what a-about you?" he quickly changed subject.
she looked at him in question, "you broke into a locked room!"
a wave of fear washed over her, no one had ever caught her until now. "please don't tell anyone, this academy is the last thing I have." she bowed in plead.
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she perked up as she heard the boy start to laugh. is he seriously laughing at me?
"don't worry, I won't tell anyone." his small little pinky was suddenly stuck out in her face and she looked at him as he smiled sweetly.
hesitant, she locked with his pinky.
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| artificial strawberries. | p.jm
Fiksi Penggemar'the way she looked, acted, and talked reminded him of strawberry icecream. sweet and pink, pleasant on his tongue, even though it was artificial and fake.' lowercase intended. started: 6/5/18 ended: ??
