Marije
I went to the address with this stupid booklet. I hope the sweet guy opens the door and not a girl. Wait, what am I thinking again?
When I reached the door, I rang the doorbell. I heard a loud "I'm going!" before the door opened. An approximately 1.80 m large man stood in front of it. He had a slightly washed-out green tone in his hair. But it's not the guy from the cafe!
"Can I help you?" he asked. Oh god, how much I hate it to talk when I'm not at work.
"Ah, yes. I work at a Café on the other side of the town someone left their sketchbook on one of the tables. On the back is standing this adress so I thought the owner lives here." I tried to explain him.
"Can I see the sketchbook, please?" I nooded and gave it to him. He just laughed and screamed into the house "JayJay, where is your little book? -Oh, I'm sorry, would you like to come in?" he asked me when he noticed that I was shaking a bit. The fall is really cold.
I thanked for the invitation and went in too. The stranger closed the door behind me. That was a stupid idea.
Suddenly I heard someone coming down the stairs. And it was the cute guy from the cafe. And even without a T-shirt.
Lady boner, go away
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Short chapter because I can.
Also, did someone already listened to ninety one's new Song 'Ah!Yah!Mah!'? It's lit and I think about learning the choreography.
Maybe just the part where they are humming.
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Sketchbook | Jay Park FF
Fanfictiona small notebook with a brown cover lay on the small, round table of the café. But who owns it? highest rank #90 in #jaypark This will be a fan fiction for my friend Marije who adores Jay Park. Please note that english isn't my native language.
