A current of chilliness fizzled through her as the rain pelted down angrily on the girl's umbrella, her knuckles turning into an unruly shade of white, clutching the crook handle tightly.
She was not having the same mistake happen again as the memory kicked her pre-occupied mind in an eager attempt for her to revisit it. And she grinned suddenly like a dim-witted idiot.
Huh. Last night.
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convenience || yg
Romance❝ - maybe, just maybe, all you are to me is a convenience. ❞ in which a university student befriends the local convenience store employee
