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ARIANA'S P.O.V.

"Daniel?" i say in shock.

"OH MY GOD." i thought in my head.
i'm taking this too fast, am i? well, let me tell you the story behind this. —Our story.

it all started at a coffee shop.

- TWO YEARS AGO -

"it'll only take a second, Scooter! just let me order my damn coffee!"  i said as i went in the coffee shop.
"can't a girl just get her freaking coffee for a second?" i mutter.

"WOAH!" someone said as they accidentally bumped into me.
"i'm sorry. i didn't see where i was going and i—"
"it's fine, don't worry about it."  i said, giving them a look that i was alright.
"hey, you're Ariana Grande, right?" the guy asked as i looked at him.

"damn those blue eyes" i thought to myself.

"yes, yes i am. and you are?" i asked.
"Seavey. Daniel Seavey."  he said.
"well, have a good day Daniel." i said with a forming smile.
"you too. maybe we could hang out sometime?" he asked.
"sure." i said.

i grabbed my coffee just a few minutes after and got out of the coffee shop.

"what took you so long?" asked Scooter.
"people." i replied.
"okay then, let's go." he said as we got in the car.

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