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I couldn't help but stare at the black handkerchief I've got from someone. "I like this feeling" I smiled as I realized my hoe ex-girlfriend doesn't have any impact on me nowadays. "Scum!" Here we go again. -_-. The self-proclaimed cupid appeared in front of my gigantic LED TV. "I missed you, scummy!" He teased as he went to my kitchen. I stood up and followed him.

"I didn't meet her." I pouted my lips and stared at him angrily. "Eh?" He response. "I didn't meet nor see the girl of my dreams," I repeated as I rephrased my sentence. Ambrose shook his head. "I know you saw her," He said. "I saw her? So meaning she was on that long line? But why didn't she asked me out?" I crossed my arms as I laid my back on the wall. "You're really a scumbag, Seth Rollins. Tsk tsk tsk..." The lunatic cupid reacted and it annoys me. "What do you mean by that?" I questioned, lifting up my left eyebrow.

"Who did you spent your time to watch the movie with?" He looked up to me. "Let me think....as far as I remembered, its Miss Paige," I told him. "Didn't she asked you something? Didn't she invited you to watch the movie with her?" He asked right away. "Yes, she did" I replied. "And so?" "She asked you two minutes before the movie starts and it was perfectly equal to 7:58 in the evening." Ambrose came near to me and he gave me a smug smile. I swallowed the glowing lump on my throat.

"So you're saying Miss freakin' Paige is the girl of my dreams?!" I chuckled. "The answer is on your own realization." He asserted. I briefly chuckled at his untrue statement. "But what about her handkerchief? Her handkerchief is not orange-----" I stopped right away as I remembered something. Shhhht! If I'm not mistaken, it was orange. I bite my lower lip, realizing I spent the whole show with Miss Paige.

"Judging from your look, you already know the answer," Ambrose smirked as he gave me a reassuring pat on my shoulders. "So you're saying Miss Paige is the girl of my dreams? That's a funny joke!" I laughed as I place my arms on my tummy.

"Haven't you realized that she was also the one you talked with at the cosmetic store? Have you forgotten what I said when the day you met me? Your destiny was behind that closed doors and it ejected Miss Paige." Ambrose added and those statements registered in my head momentarily. I exhaled. "I know. I just keep denying it." I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "Oh boy, I don't mind about that. All I know is the thing you are calling 'destiny' isn't a real thing. It stays fake. Nothing but hyped." I stated, tapping his shoulder.

Ambrose sits on the top of the table. "Alright, Let's make a deal" He suggested and I nodded. "If you didn't saw your destiny----" "Rephrase it!!!" I cut him off right away as I heard the word 'destiny'. "If you didn't saw Miss Paige three times this whole Sunday then you're hundred percent right, destiny is nothing but hype." A smirked tugged on my lips after he admitted destiny is just hype. "What if I just saw her once and not thrice?" I asked and he exhaled. "Then destiny isn't still true" He frowned. "But!" Ambrose smirked at this time, "But if you saw her, even just her shadow, then destiny is certified!" "DEAL!"

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