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33. Do I look like an idiot?

Ayumi noticed that the other boy couldn’t keep his eyes off that other woman. She pouted and hit his arm. “Yah, are you on a date with her or me?” She asked him. “Do I look like an idiot? I can tell you are staring at her so don’t lie.” 

Yixing’s eyebrow raised as he looked back at Ayumi, pausing as he tried to figure out wether she was joking or actually serious. ”Did you see her?” He asked slowly. ”There was a picture of Justing Bieber on her t-shirt. She was wearing crocs. She was at least 10 years older than me. Seriously, Ayumi.”

She gave him a look. “So you weren’t staring at that tall girl with nice boobs?” She gives him a suspicious look as she munches on her french fry. “Well it wouldn’t matter all that much because honestly I’m perfect and compared to her.” She pushes her hair off her shoulder. “And you’re here with me so I guess I’m lucky too.” She smiles a small smile, for once not mentioning herself.

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