They fall in love.
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"Rosalina." he intones as he grazes his thumb across my bottom lip falling from the grip of my teeth.
"Mmh." I mumble, fascinated by such a touch.
"I think I'm in love with you," he rubs my back in small circles with not...
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I grab my coat from the hook, slipping it on as I walk towards the front door. From the reflection in the glass, I spot Rosa watching me with her fingers tapping the counter rhythmically.
"Wait." Her tone is low; almost a whisper.
I turn around, meeting her eyes in question. She fidgets with her hands, tentatively lifting her eyes and dropping them back down. Rosa lifts her index finger as if she had remembered something.
"Could you... wait for me?" She asks, reluctantly.
"Sure." I nod, trying to push away the awkwardness laced throughout my voice. It's only going to get more awkward if I keep thinking about it. Suck it up Gio!
She nods back, walking into the staffroom and coming back out with her white coat left unzipped. I refrain from telling her to zip up. She would know to zip up if she wanted to.
We walk out the store without a glance at the other person. As we go in her direction, we pass the green grocers I first saw her eat the strawberries in a split second. To this day, I still can't comprehend how the hell she ate a whole cup in such little time.
There's hardly anybody in the street. November means the darkness in the sky takes over faster. The streetlights provide us the little extra light we need to walk through the high street. Rosa's eyebrows are furrowed, her eyes are focused and her teeth chews on her bottom lip. She must be thinking about something.
"Are you okay?" I ask, glancing down to her short height. And when I say 'short', I mean in comparison to me- a 6'4, 16 year old guy.
"Yeah?" Her eyes open wider, pretending she hadn't just said that with uncertainty."Yeah."
"Oh." I say, watching the cold air leave my mouth as I speak. I've only ever spoken to a girl a few times and this has to be the most awkward situation I've been in. The tension in the air is high; I mean what am I supposed to do or say. One thing wrong and she'll have my head chopped off... or worse... my d-
"Gio." She says, staring into my eyes in shock; I think.
Try to ignore the look, Gio.
Try to move your eyes away from her.
Don't give in
I can't.
"Yes."
"Why are you being nice to me?" She stops in the middle of the street, forcing me to do the same with her- standing face to face. She doesn't say anything, just looks at me with a small frown, as if there's something she's trying to figure out.
