NovelEnglishBrandon's tall figure, backlit against the light, suddenly planted itself in front of her, the sense of oppression hitting her like a ton of
bricks.
Sophia instinctively wanted to stand up, but Brandon lightly pressed down on her shoulder, stopping her, and took a seat next to
her on the empty chair.
As he pocketed his phone, he turned his head to look at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's got you so spaced out?" he repeated his earlier question.
"Nothing much."
His move to sit beside her ramped up her anxiety. She unconsciously scooted over, then halfway through, she felt like she was
overdoing it and had to awkwardly stop, forcing a smile and saying, "Just sweird flashes popped into my head when | walked
past the cafeteria today."
Brandon's gaze sharpened a bit, "What kind of flashes?"
Sophia: "A girl confessing to you."
Brandon: "..."
"But it was so fleeting, | couldn't even make out the girl's face."
Sophia tried to recall the scene, "I just vaguely remember she was looking up at you with courage, eagerness, confidence... it
was... kinda enviable."
Brandon looked at her, "Maybe it's something you've always wanted to do but never dared to. That's why you're fantasizing about
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmit."
Sophia's face turned red, "As if I'd ever want to do that."
"Why not?"
Brandon said, "You used to have the hots for me."
Sophia: "..."
"Anyway, | can't remember a thing now, so whatever you say goes—I've got no evidence to argue with you."
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