32. MONIQUE'S POVI divide my hair in a side part fashion, pin it behind my ears, apply red lipstick and smudge it in. I spary my musk all-over my body, cuff my wrist with my bracelets, insert a few knuckle rings and head down. James is leaning by the counter in a grey suit and red tulip, his black hair is geld backwards with only a few stubborn strands falling on his temples. He spots me and his eyes literally drops, he flashes me one of those beautiful smiles and my heart melts. But that's just it, I don't feel that electricity or sparks they write about in books. It doesn't matter it's not a real date and remember I already told you I friend zoned him. I throw my hands around him in a bear hug while his go down to my waist, my bare back actually because it's a low cut dress. Spark... Spark? Nothing. His hands linger there, so strong and sure of itself.Friend zoned, remember? Oh please.We break the hug and he hands a banquet of Rose . "Oh my. You didn't have to do this." I sniff
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