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Unusual lunch break
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2025-02-21 08:00:53Ava's pov
The next day I woke up early in the morning before Logan and tidied up the place before I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I wore my jeans with my black hoodie, took my bag and tiptoed out of the apartment . After everything that happened yesterday, I couldn't bring myself to face Logan. I don't want him to think that I'm some Kind of weak person or come out as clingy. I can manage myself. I managed to get to the class, I was the first one to get to the class, then a few minutes later students started to find their way in the room. Professor of sociology Gabriel Lenox started his lecture. I bent my head down and focused on writing notes when I heard a knock on the door and the professor allowed whoever was knocking. I took a look and saw that it was Logan wearing a black jeans with black leather jacket. I immediately lowered my head when he caught me looking.
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