pte

e cafe more often and they ha

ands up and ask

that," James replied, a hint

ed, curiosity ev

ng if you're f

tching the back of his head.

y, I'm free tomorrow. I was just su

feeling flustered by th

o regain his composure. "Can I hav

ting down her number. "But where are we going

it. "I'll send you the location. See you tomorrow, Nima," h

it's a date or anything. I know he doesn't really like me, but he makes my heart skip a beat every time he looks at me with those eyes. It's like he'll pierce my

nd over her chest, feel

ht smile on her face, she whispered,

er work, her mind still occ

ed the d

* (door op

d and hit her for

houghts about tomorrow, I fell so hard on t

ad looks as red as an apple. Will it leave a

f it stays this way tomorrow," she complaine

rehead. "It feels better now," s

rates) She checked her phone

. Did you arriv

plied, her hea

(her phone v

Text me when you're ready, an

d, a smile spreadi

oodnight. See you to

, feeling a mix of exci

o bed, burying her face in a pill

I wasn't really interested while texting him. I mean, I've never texted anyone before and never gotten an

beep, beep*

o the other side of the bed, and fell asleep,

urs l

!* (Nima's p

ing her eyes, and

've sent you the locat

ve to get ready as fast as I can," sh

ng an outfit. She stood in front of her closet, debating between a casual look and something a bi

r the faint bruise on her forehead. "It's not too noticeab

he grabbed her bag an