She harshly bit her lip and her gaze fell on the floor. She clenched her fists and I was disappointed. Even if I haven't heard her answer yet, I feel rejected.
"Here," I handed her the portfolio that Dad lended me. She didn't said anything and just accepted it.
She gasped in surprisement after she looked into the pictures inside the portfolio.
"T-the convenience is owned by your parents?" I nodded.
"I'm sorry, I really am. Don't worry, i'll hire someone to clean it up–"
"No need." I interrupted.
"I rather want you to finish it." The portfolio fell on the floor and her eyes are rounding in shock as she stared at me.
I never expected that it would be her. I mean, she's a rule keeper. One of the KPA rules stated that vandalism is not allowed, but she did anyway outside the school.
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