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I couldn't help but touch my forehead, trying to hide the fact that I'd been staring at him for too long. I was just standing here, making eye contact with him. The strangest thing was, he wasn't breaking eye contact either. We were both standing here, lost in each other's gaze.

I knew I should get out of the restroom and join my date, but for some reason which I wasn't sure of, I couldn't bring myself to move. I should not be alone with my ex. My brain told me to move on, but my body wouldn't listen.

I leaned against the wall. I watched as Romeo finally broke our eye contact and reached into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. As he took a drag from cigarette, the tip flared a deep red, almost like a warning sign. I hated the smell of cigarette smoke. I hated when people smoke. But, I couldn't keep my eyes away from him. I wondered how he looked so hot and attractive while doing that.

Suddenly, his forest green eyes locked into mine. He gave me a small, sly smile sprea