“The love stories in novels get boring after a while, don't they? What do you think?" Jiyya lifted her head, her shoulder length black hair falling neatly around her face, and looked over at the young man who seemed on the verge of dying from boredom. Meanwhile, she remained occupied with her laptop, handling something too important to leave unfinished. But the noisy guy beside her clearly wanted more of her attention. At the very least, he wanted a response to the question he'd asked moments ago.Jiyya cleared her throat before speaking. She had skipped class today because she didn't want to run into Sir Joan. She'd thought she'd have the house to herself, but that hadn't happened. Instead, she'd been visited by an uninvited guest. Dean. He had shown up out of nowhere, knocking on her front door with a bright grin, carrying a bag filled with fried chicken, fries, and a few cans of soda.At first, Jiyya had wanted to send him away and tell him she wasn't in the mood to be bothered. Bu
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