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Chapter 2 by JcupPeterson JcupPeterson

What now?

Knock on her door.

You gently knock your fist against the door, only to be greeted seconds later by your unsuspecting crush. You and her both turn a rosy red color realizing the predicament. Shyly, you thrust your arm out and present her with the floral assortment. She turns an even brighter red, and accepts them. Not sure what to do in the moment, you stand tall and refuse to say a word.

How will you kill the awkwardness?

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