Bridges || Manu Rios
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Last published Sat, Jun 4, 2016
"I'm sorry." I faced her while I reached for the back of my neck, "I- I never got... your name." She then stared at me for 3 seconds before saying "It's john." It's genuinely the first time I got a good look at her face because earlier Everything was just so confusing so I was a little...confused.
She's pretty.
Well I then realized that we have been staring at each other for a while now so I cleared my throat and looked somewhere before looking at her again, "I'm sorry...John? J-John?" I laughed nervously and tuck my hands in my pocket...it's just what I do when i get nervous and stuff.
She crossed her arms and smirked "My name's Johnny but you can call me John."
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