{Violet’s POV}
I watched Liam walk up to me and I couldn’t help but admire his form. He defined the word ‘perfect’.
I know perfect is a tough choice of word to use on people, but it’s that same word that could help me in my description of Liam Cornaro.
“Hey.” He said.
“Hey.” I said back and went back to wondering what we were doing in an empty stadium.
“What are you wearing?” He asked me, most likely referring to my conflicting flip-flops.
Oh, I didn’t tell you guys. I had two different colors of flip-flops on. I had worn them by mistake and neglected changing them after noticing. I didn’t think we were going somewhere fancy so I didn’t bother.
“What are ‘you’ wearing?” I said, making it seem like I didn’t know what he was referring to.
“I’m talking about your shoes, Violent.”
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