and then they planned to meet up.
Jean looked at the digital clock on the corner of his laptop screen. 229Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjG8zuq7s4Q
10:42 p.m. it read. They've been talking for three hours.
"I will miss your pretty face, vonte isla."
"Really? Did you just call me 'my love'? Stop trying to sweet talk me, J, it'll only be a few more days till we see each other again."
"We will be meeting in real life — are we not?" He said with a grin. "Only the Lord knows how I will handle your beauty."
She may have rolled her eyes but Jean knew that he said the right thing when he saw her lips quirk up into a shy smile. "Good night, you idiot — or should I say good morning?" She laughed at her own joke while Jean merely raised an eyebrow in amusement. Good, she is still clueless, he thought to himself. "Because you're all the way over there, get it?"
They bid their goodbyes as the screen turned black. Jean collapsed on his bed with his head in his arms. He was grinning like — well, an idiot. Talking to Leigh had always brightened his day and he was positively sure he knew why.
He then bolted right back up and hurriedly tied his shoelaces, preparing himself to make his way to the nearest barbershop that was open that late at night.
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