Until Alex notified me, I didn't know I was drumming my fingers on the table. Was he starting to realize how anxious I actually was, or was he pretending to be in love with my casual and weird gestures?He looked like a weirdo. Weirdos enjoy weird stuff. I turned to him with a sharp gaze, which made him raise a brow, waiting for an explanation for why I did that.“I was deliberately drumming my fingers on the table,” I said. “I remembered a famous song. I used to sing it during my college days. I miss my friends too.”“That sounds lovely. What's the song?” he asked, his gaze settling on my face as I struggled to think of a song name. Nothing like that ever happened. I just had to come up with something interesting to keep the vibe alive and, at the same time, avoid the weirdness from being addressed.“You have to earn the right to know the name of the song,” I said, giving a soft wink. “Ready?”“Of course, Elena. I'm ready to earn the right,” he said, closing his eyes as soon as I com
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