A sudden knock disrupted his silent reading hour, causing him to grumble to himself on how others doesn’t seem to care about his personal time. The man puts down his book by the coffee table and stands up to open the door.
It’s her.
“…Good evening, Bee. How may I help you?”
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“I felt like knocking,” she replied, laughing softly. He called her by her name, she realized. “Just kidding. I haven’t seen you in a while, and I was wondering where you disappeared to.” buchaiku liked this 
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