She meant it when she said she was going to pursue him. At that moment, her heart was in it.

But Felix gently pushed her away, picked up a bottle of water from the ground, and offered it to her lips.

"Drink up."

Did he think she was drunk?

Carol found the notion amusing, her lips curling into a smile as she looked up at him.

"Hey, for real, you don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

"How many jobs you working? Where at? I'll swing by when I'm free, maybe bring you a burger or something."

Chasing someone usually meant persistence. To Carol, Felix seemed like a clean slate, likely to cave in after just a few days of her

relentless attention.

That was her plan, anyway.

But she had misjudged him. Felix put the water bottle in her hand and walked away without a backward glance.

Surprised, Carol sprinted after him.

But he didn't even give her a second look, continuing on until he reached the bus stop. There, Felix finally paused.

Carol stood behind him, pondering for a moment before speaking up. "Felix, how about you giveyour number? I'm all alone

no family or friends. Plus, I've got a little brother back home, and everyone's counting onto make

with his down payment. I really have no one to

a playful smile on her

a moment's thought, Felix took her phone and saved

Carol didn't follow. Instead, she immediately started looking

play the part of being broke,

to rent—not even as spacious as the pool back at her parents’

what was to cfilled her

morning, she

what? I might be falling

had been crazy lately with new projects at

lucky guy

last tshe'd been

on the guy, and

had a change of heart during a

looks, complimented his smile a bunch of times. But then, he started givingthese smoldering looks

There's nothing cool about a guy who knows he's handsome;

she could barely breathe, noting how quickly Carol's affections cand

appearance. But then she decided he was only photogenic

and quite ordinary off

she was smitten with a swimming star who had won international

him in person and cto Maja with

but when he lifted his arm to wave, I spotted his armpit hair,

with every advantage. Her reasons for liking someone were as varied as they were fickle—just

losing interest.

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