CRAVING ISABELLA
“Oops, sorry! My bad, didn’t see you tucked away here.”
I look up, ready to say something rude, but the words die in my throat. Standing over me are two guys. The one who spoke is grinning apologetically. He’s tall, with messy, sun-streaked blonde hair and bright, friendly green eyes. He’s wearing a hoodie that says PUBLIC HEALTH SAVES LIVES. The term 'incredibly good-looking' doesn't quite cover him.
“No worries,” I mutter, trying to keep the scowl off my face.
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