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Luke 

Two minutes ago, a very irritating voiced girl called me, telling me that I hadn't sent her the aprons, when in reality, I have. But it's a surprising moment since we live in the same city, which is Sydney. It's hot here, and I despise it, I always wish for cooler weathers. But again, on cooler days, I wish for hotter days. 

I sighed, staring at the same menu I've been holding, for about twenty minutes, I was waiting for my girlfriend to arrive, but she was supposed to arrive ages ago, so I predicted she wasn't coming, so I told the irritating voiced chick to show up here. 

After an hour and a half, the door opened, exposing a pale, (not the most palest person in the world, she was tanner than others in the Cafe) light-eye-coloured brunette. She didn't look too social, and I was guessing she was the chick who called me earlier. 

She scanned the roon, her eyes landing on mine, she awkwardly coughed- yep, this is totally the chick. She dawdled over to me, "Are you.." She scratched her nape, "Uh, Luke Halls?" She asked, I raised an eyebrow. "I'm Luke Hemmings." I extended my surname, looking at her with no expression. 

"Yeah, whatever. Where are my aprons?" She asked, crossing her arms. One word, rude. "I sent them to you!" I exclaimed. "No, I got nothing!" She snapped, being extremely rude. 

"Well how many friends do you have?" I eyed her up and down. "None, what about you?" She eyed me up and down. "I've got eight, and a girlfriend." I made a 'burned' face. 

She bit her lower lip, "Not everyone is rich and popular, Halls." She smirked next. "It's Hemmings." I scoffed. 

She laughed, coming closer to me from across the table, "I prefer Halls." 

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