I stare down at my shirt and sigh.
This is all Damien’s fault.
If that man did not exist in my life right now I would be peacefully eating lunch instead of looking like I got attacked by a fruit juice tornado.
I pull out my phone and dial his number.
The phone rings. And rings. And rings.
He does not pick up. My eyebrow twitches.
What the hell?
I try again. But still nothing.
I lower the phone slowly and stare at the screen like it personally betrayed me.
I cannot believe this man.
I glance at the time and immediately groan.
My next class.
I grab my notebook, shove everything into my bag, and rush out of the cafe while still trying to wipe my shirt like a desperate i***t.
This is unbelievable.
I now have to sit through class looking like someone poured a drink on me.
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