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He was sitting on a chair outside, smoking a cigarette, lost in thought.
I adjusted my student ID card, making sure the name was visible at a glance.
Then I bought a hangover pill and approached him.
“You look unwell. This is a hangover pill, would you like one?”
Zachary looked up at me.
Seeing he didn’t respond, I smiled and took his hand, placing the pill in his palm:
“Don’t worry, it’s sweet.”
He looked me up and down, taking a drag of his cigarette:
“Hanging around bars in a school uniform?”
My ears turned red as I said softly:
“No, I came because I was worried about you.”
Zachary laughed and said:
“Following me?”
I pretended to be embarrassed and nodded:
“I’m sorry, I was just afraid you’d feel unwell from drinking too much.”
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Zachary’s smile was hard to read: “You like me?”
I bit my lip and nodded again:
“Yes, I like you. I’ll be good to you.”
Zachary’s hand holding the cigarette paused. He stood up and walked closer to me, his fingers lifting my student ID:
“Class 3, Lily Johnson.”
“I’ll give you a chance.”
He said it carelessly.
Before I could react, he kissed me.
Just as I was about to suffocate, Zachary let me go:
“Remember to breathe next time. Go home now, don’t come here again.”
With that, he turned and went back into the bar.
The shyness and joy on my face slowly disappeared.
I wiped my mouth.
Then I curled my lips into a satisfied smile.
The plan was successful.
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