LEO She stares silently at me, her pretty face suddenly looking uncomfortably calm for my liking and really unreadable for me. Later, she rolls her eyes at me, but I don't care. I am enjoying myself right now. “As I was saying,” she continues, “You were rambling on and on, and I was drunk. Gosh I never should have even tasted a sip of alcohol yesterday,” she murmurs the last words, rubbing her forehead, and I chuckle. “It's not funny Leo.” She shoots me a glare. “I never said it was.” I try to form my mouth into a thin line of seriousness in an effort to fight back another chuckle, but I fail woefully when the sound tumbles off my mouth. “You know what? You can laugh all you want, but I am still going to say everything I want to say.” She bites out. “Now that's the spirit I'm talking about,” I cork my head to the side, a smirk forming on my lips. She shakes her head, obviously tired of me as she continues, “When I ran out of the room, all I wanted to do was come back here and hi
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