Ceyis, who missed me? Hope y'all having a good days ahead, and take care of your health anyway. The season is not pleasant at the moment, so I hope you all stay safe during the day. Carmen loves you, Ceyis! 🫶🏻
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Cherrilane's Asa jogged along the sidewalk, then suddenly stopped in front of a vending machine, tilting her head as if she’d just discovered something curious. Hansley’s Jihoon slowed down, almost bumping into her, and shook his head with a faint smirk before stepping to her side. They stayed there for a moment, letting the glow from the vending machine spill over their faces. A laugh short and unplanned escaped them both, breaking the quiet of the street. They moved on. Music from a small café drifted through the night, and their steps naturally fell into the same rhythm. The air was cool, the streets nearly empty, and it felt like the kind of quiet adventure only friends would take without planning it first.
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The arcade was alive with colors and sounds, each game calling out like a tiny adventure.
Leclair's Stella's eyes lit up when she spotted the basketball hoop game, already grabbing the first ball before Cherrilane's Yujin even caught up.
He grinned, leaning on the machine as if daring her to beat his score.
Bright lights flickered over their faces as they moved from game to game—claw machines, air hockey, racing cars. Between the bursts of laughter and playful teasing, the world outside seemed to disappear.
By the time their pockets were heavy with tickets, neither of them cared about prizes. It was the rhythm of the night—the cheerful chaos, the neon glow, and the quiet comfort of knowing they’d remember this long after the lights went dark.
Leclair's Stella's eyes lit up when she spotted the basketball hoop game, already grabbing the first ball before Cherrilane's Yujin even caught up.
He grinned, leaning on the machine as if daring her to beat his score.
Bright lights flickered over their faces as they moved from game to game—claw machines, air hockey, racing cars. Between the bursts of laughter and playful teasing, the world outside seemed to disappear.
By the time their pockets were heavy with tickets, neither of them cared about prizes. It was the rhythm of the night—the cheerful chaos, the neon glow, and the quiet comfort of knowing they’d remember this long after the lights went dark.
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