Love me love you.

Love me love you.

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In every relationship, trust is the key factor, but unfortunately for Ayra, such is not, as she has made a vow of not ever falling in love again, especially when her previous relationship put her in a state of destruction. Classy, fluent and intellectual, one would accept Ayra to be your girl for that, one which she also doesn't go for less when it comes to relationship, but maybe that's where she's getting it wrong. Her standards may not be the best for her, and perhaps she is looking for love in the wrong places. Nicholas on the hand whom is a worker in Ayra's favorite coffee shop, seems to take an interest in her, one such as knowing her daily order before she even makes one. From side glances, to little smiles and kind gestures, Ayra soon begins to find herself warming up to a certain male at a coffee shop. Yet the question remains, if Ayra will indeed just let it remain side glances or let Nicholas get to know her behind her buttoned up shirts and red lipstick?
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