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Only if I was not in need of money and saving my sister. In short… Smile and wave. That's all you got Meera Adarsh barbie doll version 2.0. Think that you're of plastic and you have no emotions. At all. How nice and motivating! So that's what I do. Smile. I smile at Mr. Brock, I smile at the ladies who by the look are definitely interested to burn me down with their gazes. I guess they want what I hold right now. And I would love to share it with them. Maybe even give it to them in whole. I'm a very kind person and today I feel extra kind.

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

In every shot, he only frowned, but the last first strips, he was smiling as he stared at me and at the second strips he laughed as I make silly faces. I can’t help but laughed too at the picture. My phone vibrated, I open it and see a message from Tyler. He sends a picture of me with my eyebrow scrunched down. Chipmunk: That’s a picture of you thinking. Still want to argue about it? I rolled my eyes as I answer it. Me: Please stop taking picture of me. I know I’m beautiful 😉 Chipmunk: -_- I laughed as he sends me a flat face emoji.

Blessing asked and Ibukun glanced at her hands and smiled. “Someone gave it to me” Ibukun replied and Blessing smiled. “It’s pretty and looks good on you” Blessing said and Ibukun smiled and nodded. “Thank you” “Do you have to say everything with a smile?” Fikayo asked and Aaron chuckled. “Why can’t I smile while talking?” Aaron asked and Fikayo scoffed. “Why must you smile? It’s not as if you won a lottery” Fikayo replied and Aaron chuckled.

Even though his face was blank, I could see him struggling to keep the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips away. Sabrina didn't bother to hide her happiness as she stared at me with wide eyes filled with a child like joy that spread through out her. Her smile were so broad that I felt like looking directly at the sun. Liam and Benedict shifted uncomfortably in their seats, trying and failing at covering their surprise. "And with that, I guess I've answered your question haven't I?" I cocked my head at him my heart leaping over and over again with how pleased I was to wipe that smug off his face. Off the racers of all those that wee against me. I said I'd take care of it, and I did.

She asked as L reached her. L smiled. “Is it bad to smile when you feel like everything is different?” He asked. Mrs. Kim looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” She asked. L shrugged. “I don’t know, Mom. I just feel like smiling today.” He said. Mrs. Kim narrowed her eyes on him as she felt that something is weird with her son. Oh well, for one, L is cold. He doesn’t smile much. Two, he is the master of the poker face even if he is happy. So, what made him smile all the way home today?

I raised up my brows ushering her to give me an answer. When she said nothing, a smile crept up my lips. “I will take your silence as approval. Friends then” I pulled my hand for a handshake. She slowly pulled hers out. We held each other's gaze. “Since we’re okay now, at least smile” I got a glare from her in return. “A sick person doesn't smile” “From which source. From what I know, it helps in recovering. The expression on your face is scary. Like-” “Like a ghost right?”

His quirky smile, his quiet chuckle and sexy dimples. I’ll get you one day Brock

The thought made me smile. As Uncle Liam saw that wide, innocent smile on my face, that exasperation in his eyes was changed into calmness as he bent down in front of me and pinched me on the nose. “What are you smiling at, young lady? You understand that you and your brother are both in trouble, right?” Uncle Liam smiled helplessly at me.

“With a name like that, you know he does hot pilates and drinks cucumber smoothies.” I cracked a smile. Just a small one. Marcelo grinned like he won a bet. “There it is. The rare Jayce Beckett grin.” “Shut up.” I said, shoving him gently. This guy was making me feel like we were friends. “You should smile more. You’re prettier when you’re not mentally stabbing the air.” He winked. “Did you just call me pretty?” I asked, faking annoyance. “I’m not blind.” He shrugged, smiling.