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"I think you made her upset, man."
Peter hit me on the left shoulder. My eyes were still looking out of the door, her slender form walking in finesse and confidence, her hair being gracefully blown by the wind. She didn't even turn back once and suddenly a luxury car stopped and a man in black coat got out to open the door on the backseat. Even then, she didn't give the shop a look.
"I think so, too."
"you think she's the type of woman who'll get swayed? Dude, she's not the named Lady Tycoon for nothing."
Yeah, I know. But honestly, I wasn't trying to "sweep her off her feet" as what Peter insinuated. I was really trying to act polite and I guess that one was way to do it. I was wrong. I forgot about one factor: she's not like other girls. She's uniquely different.
