Leaning forward being almost definite that she was beautiful or at least pretty in his sight, her slender fingers reached for his hand dangling an inch away from hers. Unknown to her, he was friendly but lacked the intention of holding her steadfast love. He rejected her hand in a very ungentlemanly manner which could only be expected from a thug or anything equivalent. The engaged observer watches in muse.
~ Pamela Pang Y.N.
~ Pamela Pang Y.N.
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