It's her. Across the bar, pretty as always. The way she looks to you with a grin. The way she whispers to your friends

It’s her. Across the bar, pretty as always. The way she looks to you with a grin. The way she whispers to your friends asking about you. It’s hypnotising the way she smiles to you. The way she actually understands your flirting no matter how useless you are at it.

The way that somehow the two of you got separated from both your collective groups of friends. You smile to her, and she smiles back.

“I haven’t ever kissed anyone before” she confesses as her face sits centimeters away from you, you shake your head smiling to her

“That doesn’t matter Hu Tao” you console watching as she inches closer to you “I’m a good teacher”

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