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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.” 

”Well, there is not much to tell honestly.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders between mouthfuls. ”I graduated from Seoul University last spring, and I’ve traveled a lot during the summer so now I’m back and working and looking for more friends, and I found you.” 

She nodded. “Then let me tell you about me. I am Elarian. I am 24 years old and I’m an amateur fashion designer.” She nods. “I made this dress I’m wearing.” She gestures to her white and pink dress. “I have this dream of making it big and have celebrities wear my clothes.”

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