its almost 8:55 and your running late to work, you walk briskly as the autumn wind brushes your golden curls into your eyes you swipe them away with your hand and look up, for a moment youre eyes lock with the darkest green eyes youve ever seen, flustered you glance away only to regret the decision as he continues on his way, this man of few words. you sigh disappointed
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15/11/2024