Park Aoi's POV

"Yah! Why did you do that?!" I shouted, my lips gaped wide open.

"Hmm?"

"You poured bubbletea on me, idiot!" I shouted again.

I was left in awe as he left right after I said that.

After a few seconds, he came back with a paper with this sentence written in it, in a big font,

"Excuse me miss, but YOU'RE the one here who told me to pour bubbletea on you!"

Oh my God. I can't believe him.

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I'm Aoi and I love Saturdays.

Oh wait, let's rephrase that; I used to love Saturdays.

Saturday is like my main hoe. Or in this case- was my main hoe.

It was because of that cute orange-haired guy I met in the cafe who happened to ruin my day (days probably) who probably has no mouth.