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Andrew smirks a challenge.

Andrew's pov:

"Not charity, a favor from a friend"

"Well if I don't have to pay and I can't drink anymore I'm leaving"

"Not without my number" Alfred says with annoyingly big smile.

Andrew knows he doesn't have to but he takes the napkin that Alfred scribbled his number onto.

"See ya" waves Alfred, who gets a grumpy "bye" in return

Andrew walks back home kicking the pebbles he sees on the ground. That was random. He shoves Alfred's number into a trash can but not before putting it into his phone.
Take a left on- Andrew almost falls over from the new weight of the girl on his back. "Holy fuck!" He snaps his head around "Emily! What the fuck is wrong with you!" He says as he wipes her long blue hair out of his face.

"You look depressing" Emily groans back. "Why are you even out this late, who's walking you home?" Andrew says with more worry than annoyance.

"My date!" Emily says proudly as she claps her hands and does little jumps before gesturing towards a chubby girl a bit behind them. The girl is on the tall and chubby side, Portuguese skin, she wears all pastel yellow, her hands together in front after she finishes her shy wave. She looks nice enough, not Emily's normal type though. Andrew thinks.

"She doesn't seem like someone you'd date." He says so just Emily will hear as he waves back to the girl.

"I know, but I have a good feeling about her, it's in the stars, Andrew I know it." Andrew rolls his eyes.

More star nonsense "if you're happy." Andrew says with a smile that he can't stop.

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