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It was almost the end of lunchtime, and not a single airplane was thrown in Y/N's direction. Maybe she did do something wrong for him to act like this.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a piece of paper(crumpled into a ball) was tossed into her face(rude much?).

She was sure it was probably just trash, but she flattened it out just in case.

At the front entrance.
Tomorrow.
Same time as usual.

She looked around to find who threw it, but no one else was around there.
"Huh..."

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