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perhaps, fate likes to play cruel little jokes every now and then——reminding her of a painful time, of the nights she begged to forget all about those memories.
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ᅠᅠshe's staring at one of the paintings in the exhibit again. she doesn't know why, but it's always that one particular painting that she finds herself standing by. perhaps, it's because it reminded her of a past that she wishes to forget.
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ㅤㅤthe museum looked a little crowded today——with students, adults and elderly roaming the halls, it's hard not to bump to someone.
she stumbles slightly, catching ( the reader )'s gaze as the two of them collide in the crowd. ❝ my apologies. i didn't see you there. ❞
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ᅠᅠpinching the bridge of her nose, she's just finished grading papers from the university students she's been teaching for awhile. they're learning well, just not well enough.
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ᅠᅠsitting by the dusty books, she finds herself arms folded as she thought of what to eat. the fact that her co-workers stared warily at her made her raise an eyebrow . . . did they think she was plotting murder again?
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ᅠᅠwill i be thrown in jail for suggesting such a thing? she tilts her head to the side. fear not, i do not mind tasting the drink for you ... as per protocol. as for me, my go-to order are cold brews and americanos.
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let’s proceed with the barista’s choice, i’ve grown weary with the royal kitchen’s choices and protocol has been far too tedious these days with the coronation ceremony coming up. what’s your go to order, anyways?
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ᅠᅠi'd ask the kind barista about it, he knows what kind of drink you'd be looking for. however, i'm sure that someone from your royal kitchen might actually brew something far better for you.
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ᅠᅠshe's been examining an art piece the entire time. to the point that she didn't even notice the time. now, she's just enjoying a little drink she ordered at a cafe. coffee in the evening doesn't sound too bad, no?
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ᅠᅠ❝ i suppose looking at the mirror for a quick second would let you know what i'm looking at. ❞ she quipped. a hand reaches over to his hair as she walks over, gingerly plucking the leaf that was stuck to his hair.
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Sebastian looked at her with a confused look, still arms crossed. “You know that I do not see what you are seeing, right?”
Still confused, he took his palm out and looked at her. “Alright, what is it?”
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ᅠᅠ❝ i am surprised that no one snorted out a laugh. or tried to help you. ❞ her gaze shifts from his face to his hair, clearing her throat.
❝ although, i suppose it is because it looks like an accessory. ❞ she shrugs her shoulders, ❝ hold out your hand. ❞
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ᅠᅠher head tilts slightly, blinking at her as she crosses her arms across her chest. we were supposed to meet for dinner, or have you forgotten whilst on your little shopping spree, little bird?
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