The Perfect Retribution
She politely declined the water, her nerves getting the best of her.
Before she could make her escape, Justin called out her name, causing her to freeze in her tracks. She slowly turned around, ensuring there was a safe distance between them.
"I won't come any closer," Justin reassured her, noticing her discomfort. He respected her boundaries and understood the need for personal space.
Ayva nodded, her guard still up.
"You did great," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
"Thanks," Ayva replied, her voice trembling slightly.
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"Ayva!" a familiar voice greeted as soon as she stepped into the living room.
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