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Rita ended up going to the infirmary as Oliver insisted.

"Thanks," she said to Oliver when they left the infirmary, smiling.

"Don't wet the wound until it heals." Oliver urged her.

Looking at him, Rita grinned.

Rita found it felt kind of weird though, when Oliver replaced his customary smile with this

seriousness.

"Rita."

She heard Oliver call her and came back to herself, "What?"

"Are you having a crush on me?"

Out of nowhere, Oliver asked. Rita was bewildered. What? What kind of question was that?

How did you get from a wound to me having a crush on me? How does your mind work?

"I know I'm attractive. But have some self-restrain, Rita. Your eyes were about to jump out when you stared at me."

Rita twitched her mouth when she heard his explanation. "I was just drifting off."

Come on, don't be so narcissistic.

"Oh? Is that so?" Oliver shook his head in disbelief. "Cutie, look in my eyes and say that again."

His face leaned forward towards Rita so suddenly that Rita froze in shock.

Rit