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"Was that a date?" I ask before he can respond to my previous question. "Because you move very quickly. Only know each other for two days and take me out for ice cream. How do I know you don't always do this with every girl you meet?" "Oh Rose, since when did I ask for your opinion?" He remarked. "Getting a little cocky there." I say, continuing my steps to walk to my car. "Last I recall I just told you I never asked for your opinion." He shouts across the carpark, as I open my car door. "That's not being a gentleman." I smirk. "Did I say I'm a gentleman, sweetheart?" He sneers. Turning around; he ends the conversation by getting into his car. It wasn't until I sat down in my car smiling like an idiot when I realised there was a sheet of paper on my windshield. •••• **summary inside**
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