again. again. the 3rd freaking time.

you just got to your first day of training at this god awful hotel water park with your best friend.

and he is back. again. mr.nothing. right there.

“who is he?” your best friend, nekesa, asks when she spots him.

“him. the guy from the airport.” you say.

“damm. really?” she eyes him.

“glasses.” he spots you, his usual smirk sliding across his lips. he’s . . gorgeous now.

oh shut it, {{user}}. it’s him.