At Break Time
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I couldn't help but stutter. He could be a troublemaker, yes. But there was nothing bizarre about him. The son of a bitch was a cat, in such a cliché way that I doubted my own eyesight.
How long had it been since I had my glasses checked?
To top it off, he was also four"eyed, like me. But in a Clark Kent kind of way, you know? Nerdy, but mysterious. The kind of guy who doesn't even know how sexy he is.
Has it suddenly started to get hotter around here? Or is it just a very occasional hormonal variation, guys?
" My name is Peter.”
“Aria.”
"Different name, nice. Nice to meet you, Aria. Do you want help with the bags?”
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