Sometimes he wonders how he gets dragged into these kind of things. He could've been finishing up the paperwork his grandfather had set for him to complete but no.
He is here with an obnoxious woman who doesn't understand the meaning of personal business in a cafe spying on his two good but slightly dense friends. The ocean eyed girl leans in further, her nose touching the big window screen as she tries to get a better look. "Binoculars will be too obvious," she had told him as they ordered their drinks.
He let's out a low irritated grumble as he rakes his fingers through his spiky sandy brown hair. She turns looking at him, her gaze resting on him with utter seriousness.
"You're paying," she says as she turns back to the stoic teenager, taking a sip from her strawberry tea, eyes on the blue cup where the male teenager's finger looped across it's handle.
"I don't see why I have to pay," the boy says, annoyed, "when you dragged me here." The girl's eyes glances out of the wi
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