LOGINHannah opened her mouth to argue, but her attention suddenly shifted to the approaching biker.Her eyes widened again."Oh my God. He's really getting closer. He's actually coming toward us!"Nora raised an eyebrow."Maybe he's looking for someone else.""Don't ruin this for me!""Maybe, he wants to ask us for directions. You can never tell."Jessie added.Hannah shot them both a warning glare before quickly smoothing her clothes and patting her hair into place. Then she whispered, "All right. Everyone, don't panic."Jessie stared at her."You're the only one panicking.""I am not panicking. I am just preparing, that's all..." She said, quickly turning to her friends. "How do I look?"Jessie gave her a quick once-over."Like someone who's about to embarrass herself."Hannah rolled her eyes and then, she loosened her knees.Nora immediately caught her arm."Don't you dare. You are not going to only embarrass yourself but us too."Hannah whispered through gritted teeth, "Let me go!""I
"What do you mean by that?"Hannah asked Nora with a frown.Meanwhile, Jessie released Hannah's arm and took a small step away from her, as though distancing herself from a Hannah's mental sickness that was contagious. "What kind of delusion makes you think that man will catch you, remove his helmet, fall in love with you at first sight, and kiss you just because you conveniently fainted in his arms?" Jessie said. Hannah opened her mouth to defend herself. Jessie raised a hand, stopping her. "No, wait. Let me guess. You'll get married six months later, have three children, and live happily ever after in his mansion?" Hannah narrowed her eyes. "You're making fun of me." "No you are making fun of yourself!" Jessie exclaimed. "Girl, you're watching too many Disney movies for your grown-ass age!" Nora shook her head. "No, no. You've got it all wrong. She's not watching Disney movies. She's reading too many Caroluchy web novels!" "Exactly!" Jessie pointed at her. "All
"Nothing!" Jessie quickly defended herself. "Don't get me wrong. He's obviously handsome from what I can see, and that motorcycle is gorgeous. But it's just strange. What kind of biker wears pink?" "Who cares?" Hannah retorted. "Pink is a boy's colour too! And don't you dare suggest that he's gay. I won't forgive you!" Jessie stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Goodness! You're already crazy over a man whose face you haven't even seen." She shook her head in disbelief. "Anyway, he looks rich. If he's wealthy enough to afford a motorcycle like that, who cares what colour his jacket is?" "Exactly!" Hannah declared triumphantly. She turned back toward the mysterious biker, her eyes lingering on his pink leather jacket and the expensive motorcycle he had just parked. However, her smile gradually faded when she noticed something. He was walking toward them. Her eyes widened. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!" Nora rolled her eyes. "What is it now?" "He'
Tarzan rode straight to Lena's culinary school. Despite his best efforts to keep his identity a secret, there was something about him that naturally drew attention. Perhaps it was the expensive motorcycle, its powerful engine announcing his arrival long before anyone caught sight of him. Perhaps it was the effortless confidence in his posture, the kind that made people instinctively turn their heads. Or perhaps… It was the pink jacket. Whatever the reason, heads turned the moment he rode into the school compound. "OMG! A hot biker!" "Look at that bike!" "Do you think he's a student here?" "With that motorcycle? Girl, be serious!" Whispers rippled through the onlookers as Tarzan maneuvered his motorcycle into a parking spot. He switched off the engine, and the sudden silence seemed to make the surrounding murmurs even louder. Swinging one leg over the seat, he climbed off the motorcycle with ease. However, he kept his helmet on. Not even when he noticed several female studen
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There was a brief pause. "But," he continued, "if you have a fashion show or a campaign that requires her appearance, I'm sure we can discuss it. She might be willing to make an appearance from time to time." Jean Pierre sounded pleased. "That's more than enough!" "Don't celebrate yet. You should talk to her and confirm." Jean Pierre laughed. "Fair enough. I will ask the lady herself and tell her about the award, too. I want her to understand how much her contribution means to us." "Good." Tarzan glanced at his reflection once more. Then he added, "And Jean?" "Yes?" "Congratulations again. You've earned this." The designer was quiet for a moment. "Thank you, Silver. That means a lot coming from you." "Don't mention it." "Oh, and one more thing!" Tarzan's eyes narrowed. "There's more?" "Just a little something." "Are you kidding me?!" "Fine, fine! I'll let you go. You have somewhere to be, don't you?" "Yes, I do." "Alright. I won't keep you any longer." "See that
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