Arrivederci || Dan Heng [✓ ]

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╰┈➤ 𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 for Dan Heng to pick me up for the school culture festival, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness churn in my stomach.

It hadn't been long since we hung out together, but this time was different. For once I was actually nicely dressed, courtesy of March.

Finally, we both hear the front door of the home open and close. March practically squealed with excitement. She and I both left her bedroom, shuffling into the the main area to greet Dan Heng.

March whimsically presented me, bending down and waving her arms—very proud of her handiwork.

"Hm~? What does the stoic Dan Heng think? She is a beauty unmatched, all thanks to the great March!"

His eyes widened as he took in my appearance—but he didn't say anything. I knew my cheeks had flushed, and I felt a little self-conscious, but I couldn't resist teasing him.

"What's with the surprise? Do I look that bad?" I chuckled playfully.

"No—no! Y—you don't!" he instantly replied, "if anything you...look beautiful." Dan Heng had turned his face to the side, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that?!" March chimed in, "hey I didn't hear what you said—speak up!"

But I had heard him clearly.

I was too stunned to do anything, instead standing there with growing red cheeks. As the young girl continued to press him for what he said, he suddenly grabbed my arm.

"Hey, let's go." Dan Heng began to lead me out the door—but March stopped us, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"See you later, and have a lot of fun!" I stared at her for a few moments, feeling that heavy emotion in my heart again. Despite this, I gave her the best smile I could muster.

"Yeah, goodbye, March."

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The festival turned out to be even livelier than I could have imagined.

As we wandered among the vibrant stalls and captivating performances, Dan Heng helped guide me to every cool booth there was.

I loved seeing him try to impress me with his knowledge of the different cultural activities, but it was evident that he was growing more nervous as the day went on.

At one point, we came across a fortune-telling booth.

"Want to give it a try?" I asked, and Dan Heng nodded, albeit somewhat reluctantly.

The fortune teller, an elderly woman with a warm smile, read our palms, and I could sense she was enjoying Dan Heng's hidden shyness.

"What does it say?" I finally asked.

The fortune teller looked at Dan Heng with a knowing glint in her eye.