My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I couldn't help but take a few more looks at him. Being here with him felt strange but was somewhat normal at the same time.

Noticing me sneaking looks at him, he lifted his eyebrows and asked, "Would you like a glass?"

I instinctively shook my head, feeling a little awkward, "No. thank you."

Normally, in places where the neon lights swayed, lights and shadows danced, and where people came to be free and relaxed, one would be drinking a glass of cocktail or at least something alcoholic. Instead, he was carrying a glass of Coke.

Even so, no one felt that it was abnormal since there were both adults and children around. Even amidst the swaying shadows and the upbeat party music playing, everything was still very much clean. The music sounded in the hall. A singer was belting her heart out on stage to a ballad, her voice melodic with sorrow.

I listened to the sad music with melancholic tones, feeling fascinated by the singer's voice.

I saw the man standing up and leaving all of a sudden. Soon after, he came right back.

I looked up at him in surprise when I saw that he had put a glass of juice beside me.

He smiled lightly, and his facial features were particularly well-defined, "You're welcome!"

I remembered who he was the man I had met in front of Grandma's tombstone. I sat there shell-shocked for a while.

I shifted my attention to him and asked, "Have we met before?"

eyebrows and asked,

shook my head, "I don't think

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it couldn't think straight for a while. After a moment's hesitation, I looked at him and said, "No, I mean, have

had nothing to do with knowing each

know me, naturally, you've never seen me

moment, "I don't know you, but that doesn't mean

this man gave me an

met, let's get to know

as I extended a hand

he held my hand and spoke, "Sebastian

Sebastian Milton?

think too much about

he thought that the music was too boring, so he asked, "There are swimming pools and hot

looked at the clothes that I was wearing, clothes that were provided by the hotel, and

knew what I was thinking, and said, "There are swimsuits on the first floor. Don't

come out to have a good time,