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Luck's Favourite.
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AMIRAH’s P O V.
I bit on my freshly made nails in anxiety.
He was the one I bumped into and touched and went crazy for and now I can't stop thinking of.
Oh God. What a small world. It's as tiny as a brand new... new born baby's thumb nail.
I swept a hand over my face as I re-read the message for the umpteenth time. This is a major coincidence.
How the hell was I expected to reply him?
Say, That could've been me cuz I happened to bump into a person wearing a white shirt and spilled my drink over him at the event, what an odd way for us to have met. Nice to meet you!
PS he was glowering at me.
I bet he would never reply me again. That could be the end of me because at this moment I feel like I've got an extra heart at the rate my heart is pumping double time.
Shit. Double Shit. Triple Shit. Quadruple Shit.
I'm dead. So at the end of my jumbled thoughts, I decided to act oblivious to the accident.
To: Arrogant KH.
