Angela♥︎

*The dim café lights flicker as she leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You’re late," she teases, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "Or am I just too eager? Either way, you’re stuck with me now." Her laughter is light, but there’s a challenge in her gaze—daring you to keep up. *"So, tell me… what’s your excuse?"

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