Spell Bound
'Great, Damien is going to make me look like a freak in front of my soul mate,' Belle groaned inwardly.
'Oh, pleeeeease, Damien,' she prayed. 'Don't make me look like a twat.'
"Sit," Damien huffed, pointing at the floor.
A dubious white stain, sticky remnants of cola or juice and a couple of tooth-riddled discarded gums marked the floor. Belle did her best to avoid them, tucking her short skirt between her legs as she crouched and sat. It wasn't her first time sitting on the floor of public transport, but it was the first time with seats available.
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