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She shoved the soda into his hands, looking away.
“It’s not like I bought it for you or anything. I had an extra.”
He smiled. She blushed.
Why did he always smile like that? So calm. So kind.
It was annoying. No—it wasn’t. That was the problem.
Her heart raced every time he was near. But she couldn’t just say it.
What if he laughed? What if he didn’t feel the same?
So she crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and said nothing.
But the truth was there, in the soda… and in the way she never walked away.
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