My shoes crunch below the autumnal leaves that scatter the ground. I glance at him, the dream guy. My dream guy. What am I thinking about? He would never like someone such as me... A frown momentarily folds my lips, head drooping, before he speaks. "You good, Dylan?" He asks, a glint of concern hitting his eyes. I feel a flutter of butterflies rush into my stomach. Focus Dylan! "Oh, uhm, I'm fine..." I murmur, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. Btw you guys both like each other 🥳
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