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Yay! Update! I’m sorry it took a while, I was doing scene lists, relatives from America came by and I did stuff to prep for NaNo. Anyway doing NaNoWriMo this year? Sound off!

Also I would like to mention that I’m so close to 1000 hits in this blog and 100 followers/reader and it’s exciting for me since it’s a huge milestone.

We’re reaching the end of the first arc of [10 Sentences] and expect it to become longer (though it will still hold certain short chapters).

Chapter 12: Dorian

We sat in this cool café restaurant close by named Salt by Greg’s. I have no idea on who in their right mind would name their place Salt but since their food and coffee are really the best in town, it’s not that much of a big deal in the end. We sat across from each other and it was awkward as hell.

The last time I got into a situation like this was during the Marvel panel at Comic Con last summer. I won’t delve into that memory much but all I could say was that I derped in the middle of my question. Okay, choked would be the best word to describe it.

I noticed Dmitri looking at me as if he wanted to say something. But as quick as the though crossed his mind, it flickered away and he averted his gaze. His cheeks flared and so did mine.

The minutes trickled by and our food and drinks were served and consumed without much of an exchange of words between us. Maybe he wasn’t that of a talker? Just like me.

But I needed some questions answered.

“Why were you looking for me?” I heard myself ask before I could go over the question for a hundredth time.

Dmitri looked at me as if I had derped in my question. Oh my god. Did I derp?

Before I could dive into a full-blown panic attack, he replied with another wave of redness on his cheeks, “I wanted to tell you that your output was still good.”

Did I mention that he is ten times cuter whenever he would blush?

“Ah…I…” Goddammit Dorian. Words are not hard to use! Why were you in school for majority of your life anyway? Don’t let those English classes go to waste! “Thanks, I guess…”

How do you English anyway?

“I was worried you got yourself into trouble by the Trio though,” he said as he poked at his salted caramel cheesecake (which is a must try). “You seem to have a knack of attracting them.”

“Yeah, I do. It’s still a mystery to me.” Just like you Dmitri.

Remember when I said when the first time I saw him I thought he was a sissy? Scratch that. I think he’s brave in his own right.

But why do I feel like I’ve met him before?

Catch up with the entire series here.

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