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Mithila had her earphones stuffed into her ears, disconnecting her from the outside world, 'Linkin Park' blasting at the top volume, as she bopped her head along to the lyrics. Her physics homework remained untouched in front of her, while she continued to scroll through her phone, stopping at times to read the texts.
She glanced wearily towards her homework, and then towards the clock, looking at the time. 6:25 PM. Her eyes widened, before she quickly pulled out her earphones and picked up the pen, her blue eyes scanning across the pages taking the in the equations and the derivations. An hour later, she dropped her pen, smears of blue and black ink staining and bleeding through the pages, but somehow making her content.
Her mother knocked at her door, telling her that it's time for her to go outside, as she put on her black worn out sneakers and draped her favourite red shirt on her arm, She shoved her phone into her pocket, stuffing some money and her headphones in the same one, before putting her hair into a ponytail.
Her hair swayed as she moved, the cold harsh wind striking her face as she hummed to the song. The sweet smell of flowers surrounded her and so did that of wet sand, making her heart flutter. She entered a small coffee shop, and her eyes scanned quickly across the menu, mouth watering at the sight of freshly blended caffeinated drinks. She ordered herself a mocha and exited the shop, quietly sipping on the chocolatey goodness, before closing her eyes.
She collided into another body, the hot drink seeping through her clothes and burning her pale skin, making her hiss.
"I'm extremely sorry," A soft voice said from above, as she found herself staring at the cute, innocent human standing flustered in front of her. The person flipped their brown hair over their shoulder, desperately trying to clean off the coffee on Mithila's white shirt, not caring about the chocolate spilled on hers. "Can I buy you a new one?" she sheepishly asks Mithila, a faint blush covering her cheeks, "Only if you tell me your name." Mithila shyly asks, feeling her heart speed up. "I'm Amyra," she offers her hand, "And you?"
"Oh, I'm Mithila." She slowly shakes Amyra's hand, before letting go and turning around to pick up her shirt that she had dropped;
"So, Amyra, when are you buying me a new shirt?"
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