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Christopher ran his hands through his hair the hundredth time.
Why he combed his hair when he left his home was mystery seeing how far he messed with his hair. He was sure that it might look like an eagle had made its home on his head by now. So much for looking impeccable for the date. He pulled on the cuffs of his leather jacket.
What was he thinking wearing a motorcycle jacket when they were going in his car?!
Obviously, he had messed up.
He spend hours planning the details of the surprise picnic date but here he was sporting a leather jacket and messed up hair, praying that nobody would steal his picnic bag left in the middle of the woods. And why did he even think picnic was a good idea—what if she doesn’t like to sit in the grass?
He messed up so bad…
Zahra was dr
