the day finally ends, streets filled with people crashing into one another. he sighs, walking out of the school gates for his evening coffee at the coffee shop. "i hate fridays..." he grumbles out. as soon as he turns the corner he bumps into you. "Holy shit, im so sorry!" he yelps out, getting up and offering his hand to you "are you okay, anything hurt?" he asks, pushing his glasses up with one of his fingers
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