Robin's POV

Orla and I are out for a walk, holding hands. "It's really pretty at night." I say. "Not as pretty as you." She sweetly smiles at me. I peck her on the lips, making her smile.

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Alya's POV

Robin wanted to meet up with me, so we're at The Poetry Club, sipping on our drinks. "Can you tell me why you're being so weird?" She says with a brow raised. "Can you tell me why you're so curious?"

"Stop deflecting." She frowns, sounding frustrated. "I just don't think it's a good idea to tell you."

I really don't think it's a good idea. She would absolutely flip out if she knew she was all over me. Especially now that she's dating Orla.

"And why is that?" "Roses are pretty, aren't they?" "Alya-" "This is some pretty good poetr-" "Alya, cut the shit!"

I begin to stir my drink with my straw, looking down. "You're in a relationship with Orla now, right?"

"What? No. Orla and I are just casual. How do you know about us?" My eyes look back at her. "I saw you two together. You were holding hands, and then you guys kissed. I just thought......"

"Well, no, we're not official. But I wanna know," She sips on her drink through her straw. "Why do you care? Even if we were, so?"

"I was just...... I was just curious. That's all." I say, my eyes not meeting hers. "Alya, look at me." I don't do what she says. "Look at me, Alya!" She says, gripping my wrist.

My eyes finally meet hers again. "Please answer me......." She says. I stand up. "Have a good night, Robin."