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“Miss! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Fuck! I'm so sorry I didn't see you,” said the man in front of me. I lowered the tray and smiled at him. The students continued as they were doing, but most of the women were looking at me. I shook, not me— but to the man in front of me.

He's handsome with his messy hair. He is piercing on his two ears with perfect face and jaw. His fashion sense was calm too, or no? It was just typically a bad boy's fashion— polo and black pants. The three buttons of his polo shirt are open, and his necktie is quite spacious. He’s not a transferee. I'm sure of it, but it’s the first time I saw him. He will perfectly fit an image model.

“Yes, I'm okay. I'll go now. I'm sorry.” I smiled.

 He just nodded and watched me walked through our table.

“What was that?” Sarah asked, and I just chuckled and shrugged my shoulders.<