Beauty checked her email. Nothing important was there. None from his brother or from Your Romeo.
"I think I'll be forgotten if I don't write first," she mused as her fingers tapped against her keyboard.
(Your Romeo,
Sorry, I was not able to write for days now. A lot of things happened. I think you're also busy since I got nothing from you. Anyway, I have a question. A little personal. Here it goes, how do you know you're in love with a girl? Or how does a girl know she's in love with a man?
Confused,
Beauty)
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At this moment, Clarence was having a conference call with his parents and with some restaurant managers. Thus, Beauty was left waiting for Your Romeo's reply.
"Come on, Your Romeo, when are you going to reply?" the girl whimpered, eyes fixed on the screen, hoping for the Inbox font to thicken.
