Chapter 9

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For the entirety of the day you weren't able to do much work, all because your mind is preoccupied with the thought of Hawks' name that you kept remembering every time you glanced at your purse where you put the piece of paper with his letter scribbled on it. You kept thinking about how you knew his name, if that is really his name, or your mind might have just given you a name that matches the initials written on the paper, who knows.



But the point was, you couldn't focus on anything else until you got to find out the answers to your questions. So by the time you got out of work, you decided to dial his number. They said he's fast, the Hero who's too fast for his own good, you didn't know he's quite fast too in answering calls because not a few seconds after you dialed his number he picked it up.



"I was just about to message you," he said. "So, have you decided about dinner ye–"



"Tonight at my place, let's have dinner," you said, cutting him off deliberately as you got near the bus stop. Dinner at your place is better than dinner outside where people will see you and Hawks together and cook up different versions of rumors. "I'll send you the address where I live. Be there at seven."



"That's faster than I thought. Here I thought I'd wait for at least a day or two."



"I decided to have dinner because I need to ask you questions."



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