yasmine
they settle on spicy chicken tacos, and the sauce runs down her face when she bites into it. she wipes her face with a napkin quickly, and glances up to see him smiling.
if she was a normal girl, she would be blushing, but she isn't. she knows that she's messy when it comes to food, there's no point in trying to hide it.
he pays for their dinner (refusing her money eight different times) and on the drive to her house, they talk about anything that comes to night.
her heart feels like it's ready to burst.
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