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"Why does it seem like you hate me so much?" Noah asked, still focused on the popcorn machine.

Was he serious?

"Maybe," I started. "it's because I do."

He kept his gaze on the popcorn machine and chuckled. "I think we both know that's full of shit."

***

Working at the Cambridge Theater was a hard job. Not only do I have to serve so many customers, or watch all the couples make out in the movie theater, or try to fix the popcorn machine.

But I have to work with Noah Carson.

I hated him. He was an arrogant bastard. He always found a way to annoy the crap out of me.

Notice all the past tense.

***

[ for you, reading this ]

Thank you so much for reading this. I appreciate that you took the time to read the first chapter of my first book, here on wattpad. It blows my mind how someone can actually make me feel so happy through a computer screen and just wow. I know that it's not really a big deal for you but just know that you made my day just by reading this. So, thank you so so so much.

See you again soon? :)

- Char

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