" yeahhh, cuz that's where you wanted to go, right? So let's do it. "
He'd say with a few neutral blinks.
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"The cafeteria? But what...?"
Then the mastiff noticed and checking his phone saw that the address he sent was his home, not the cafeteria.
"Damn this junk!"
He returned with Tsatho somewhat embarrassed.
"Sorry, I donβt understand this device and have sent you my location by mistake....." >
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" Wait... This isn't a cafe...? "
He pulled out his phone and opened it, showing the address.
" Welp... Unless cafe was a euphemism, then we're at the wrong place. "
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Then he heard a knock at the door. He didn't even notice the phone because he was so focused on making himself look handsome for that man.
With plaid pants, a light blue shirt, and a darker tie, he was all set. All that was left was his gray diamond-patterned cardigan and his brown shoes. >
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And knock.
Texting, a good 15-20 minutes before the agreed time:
π±: Here.
