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NOT A FLIRT

ผู้เขียน: Caroluchy
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-01 19:18:53

I can't just stay in this awkwardness for sixteen hours!

There's nothing wrong with saying "hello" first.

I mean, it's good manners, it's polite, and it's not like I'm trying to start a conversation or anything, just a little greeting to make myself feel less awkward.

That's it.

So, I stole a glance at him again.

He was focused on his phone.

Okay, here we go.

"Hi!"

Ignored.

I tried again, louder this time.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

"Hi?"

I waved with a bright smile this time.

Still no response, eyes on the phone.

He totally ignored me?!

God. Kill me. Now.

I swear, I could feel the heat traveling down my neck and up to my ears.

My hand was still hanging in the air, like some sort of weird half-wave, and I couldn't bring myself to drop it.

I should have kept my mouth shut and kept watching the clouds.

Why did I even open my mouth?

This is painful and embarrassing.

I must've looked desperate and not loved at home.

Well, the latter is true.

At this point, I just wish the ground would swallow me
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  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    DIG IN

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  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    AN IDEA

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  • BILLIONAIRE'S PLUS-SIZE OBSESSION    DIE A VIRGIN

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