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'so...are you free for some coffee perhaps?'

i choked on my bottled water.

'i'm sorry what?' as i continued choking, so close to coughing my organs out.

feeling the warmth of his hands on my shoulder, he asked if i was alright. i nodded in response, taken by surprise at his gestureS.

did he just...ask me out?

'do you wanna get some....you know...coffee? if-if you want. i'm not forcin-' i cut him short, smirking. he was blabbering words- as though he was rapping. he's even cuter when he panics.

'i'd love to...where?'

he blinked a few times and the corner of his lips turned, giggling and the air grew thick with a tenderness that couldn't help but make me breathe slower, deeper, happier.

his smile. i saw his soul through it.
it makes me want to punch him for making me feel like this.
god mark, can you not? i just met you.

his answer to my question was just a simple shrug.

'just trust me, you'll love it'
he whispered, trying to stop the whines and glares i gave him. but his answer was the dumbest thing i've heard. i mentally smacked him, completely shocked at how idiotic he sounded.

'i literally just met you! how am i supposed to trust you? for all i know you could just send me to an abandoned place an-'

he grabbed my arm and placed it on his chest, right where his beating heart was.

it felt like liquid adrenaline was injected right into my bloodstream- enough to thrill me. my skin tingled with the touch of his hands.

i could feel every beat and soon enough, it matched with mine.
his eyes were just ethereal.
haha, imagine if they're actually just contacts?

still holding my hand to his chest, i wanted him to let go but a part of me didn't. he was standing dangerously close to me.

'do you really think this would put you in danger?'

he said seductively, eyes sparkling that just made my insides go wild.
i was speechless.
he knew exactly what he was doing and i couldn't stop him.
i never planned to. but again, we were sadly interrupted by a tall male, face covered by a mask.
he was well hidden and i couldn't see his face at all. why are people obsessed with hiding their faces?

'hyu- oh.'

he stood there trying to hide his laughter mark turned redder, if that's even possible- and abruptly let go of my hand.
what a rude bitch.

the tall male then looked at me and whispered something to mark and in response to whatever the stranger said, he nodded.

people have got to stop interfering our moments for the love of god!

i flashed him an unnatural smile, trying to seem friendly. he removed his mask and my, my he looked like the incarnation of jesus christ. he had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. i guess he must get used to the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile.