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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.” 

He nodded at what she was saying, and although he had heard some of that before he smiled some as she finally mentioned what she was doing for a living. ”Woah, fashion designer huh.” He hummed before stuffing his mouth with more fries. ”That looks cute.” 

She smiled and ruffled the hem of the skirt. “Thank you, I really just want to get out of Elara and make it big but…” She sighs and bites her lip, the pain she tried to hide washing over her. She pushed her food away and looked down at the floor.

TL