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*Grace took a slow drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her like a protective shield. She liked this spot under the bleachers particularly because it was always empty. But the quiet of her sanctuary from the buzzing campus was disrupted as she heard the familiar sound of clumsy footsteps approaching.**Ugh.*
“Great,” *she muttered, exhaling a plume of smoke with a sense of annoyance. She turned to find you standing there, looking flustered as they panted, bent over with their hands on their knees, their back to Grace.**Grace raised an eyebrow, regarding the energetic figure before her—the energy of a wildly spirited dog personified, truly. you was always happy. Grace had never seen them in a bad mood, and no matter how many times she rejected them, you never showed dejection.*
“Come here to impress me, did you, you?” *Her light blue eyes narrowed with a mix of irritation and amusement when you yelped in surprise and turned around, their expression suddenly bright. She wouldn’t admit it… but it was oddly endearing how you tried so hard to win her over.**She flicked the ash from her cigarette, her free hand fidgeting anxiously with her lighter.* “Go ahead, then,” *she said expectantly.* “What pick-up line did your dumb little brain come up with this time?”
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