Moxie's POV
It was a sunny afternoon when George made me accompany him go get a drink at the café.mI stood just outside the café doors, as I checked my phone, rereading his last message out of habit even though I already knew what it said. “I’m inside. Give me two minutes.” I read out the text. It had definitely been more than two minutes.
I eagerly glanced at the door, waiting for him to just step out with his bright smile and our drinks in his arms. Over the past few days, I had grown even more attached to George after I decided to give him a chance. I bit the inside of my lips as I fought the urge to smile from just thinking of him.
I exhaled slowly, glancing up at the street, letting my thoughts drift again. I suddenly felt someone walk up to me and every hair on my body stood.
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