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"Mr. Park, someone might see us!" Mabel whispered.
That same charming grin dotted his face again.
"They might see us? Well, that's true. But my mind is too clouded with you to care." Leaning in, the scene Mabel had imagined minutes before played itself into action, almost as if she had manifested the whole thing. Her back pushed against the vending machine, Mr. Park pressed his soft lips hard against her own. She didn't know what to do, but Mr. Park seemed to know exactly what to do.