21. Stop following me, sir

Bash couldn't just believe his eyes.

His mouth fell open, and he blinked twice, wanting to confirm if it was. . .her.

The girl he had forever seen in a hoodie or man's clothes was now standing in her knee-length brown dress with an overcoat. Her hair, which Bash thought was short, he could tell if she untied her messy bun, it would reach to her waist. She looked a few inches shorter, which was obvious, as she was serving as a male bartender in Sao Paulo, faking it all, but she looked. . .fuller.

With her vegetable bag in his hand, Bash took a few steps toward her while thinking about how that teen girl looked more like a woman now with her noticeable changes. It would be wrong to call her a teen girl back when they met. She looked somewhere between a tomboy and a schoolboy then. His eyes accessed her from head to toe, and when he again looked at her face, he found a cut on her forehead and red liquid trickling down from the left side of her face, but she looked oblivious to that!

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