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Fifteen.

Penulis: Aaliyah
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~Olivia~

I stumbled back, heart jolting, arching a brow.“What do you mean by stalking you?”

Rowan shrugged nonchalantly, clicking his tongue.“You tell me.”

He looked different in daylight. Less dramatic than under streetlights and rain, more real. A hoodie instead of a jacket, sleeves pushed up, faint stubble along his jaw. He was holding a coffee in one hand, a paper bag in the other, like he was in the middle of an ordinary life I’d somehow wandered back into.

“Whatever.”

He let out a small laugh, more surprised than amused. “I was starting to think you were some kind of storm apparition. Only show up when the weather’s terrible.”

I huffed despite myself. “Lucky me.”

I didn't wait again, I walked past him scurrying into the restroom. “Phew, Olivia you sure are unlucky,” I whispered to myself, making some of the women present stop and stare at me like I was crazy walking out the restroom. I turned on the tap, pouring the cold liquid on my face to at least cool myself.

Now I was alon
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