What's Your Name?
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- Partes 8
"Well, you see I have a slight problem of forgetting names," I admitted guiltily, rubbing the back of my neck. "So, I kinda, sorta... might've forgotten your name..."
I wished on my lucky stars that she won't go back to ignoring me again.
She gawked at me. "Seriously?!"
"You said so yourself that we hardly ever spoke to each other! So, it just slipped my mind... No, no, wait! That came out wrong, er, I know it's a shitty excuse but- but please don't be mad at me..."
She looked at me for a second, then said thoughtfully, "I should make you work for it...you deserve it"
"What?! No, please don't! I've suffered enough... Please tell me your name!" I begged.
What's your name?
Amir just can't understand what it is with this girl that has him so intrigued. Is it love at first sight? How ironic can it be?
One moment he is minding his own business and the next, he is looking at her! Right there in front of him but so out of his reach.
He doesn't understand the undying need he feels to get her attention. But one thing is for certain, he has to know her.
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