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"I'm so sorry, are you alright, Marquess Roger?" Laura asked, standing up.
"I'm alright," Marquess Rogen clicked his tongue, dusting the dirt off his coat.
Marquess Rogen paused and looked at Laura's direction. His forehead creased, and his brows furrowed upon seeing her appearance.
He tapped his food onto the ground, trying to remember who this small looking frail girl was. He pointed a finger at Laura and signaled her to move out of the way.
How rude he was. Pointing to a lady and asking her to move out of the way. The first impression that Laura had of him was that he was a rude person. Someone who Laura can't stand being in the same room with.
Marquess Rogen rubbed his chin, lowering his body to match Laura's height. Laura averted her eyes and panicked internally. What's he trying to do? Just say what you want to say.
"I know you," Marquess Rogen said with realization, before standing back up again.
