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Aryan, your castmate and longtime crush, is sitting next to you as the cast of PJO sits at a themed restaurant for dinner.
"Woah, check her out," Aryan nods to one of the waitresses, dressed in a tight miniskirt.
Walker, Charlie and Dior also stare while you and Leah roll your eyes. As she walks by, Aryan's eyes follow her every move, causing you a slight pain in your chest.
Dior smirks, shaking her head, "I am no better than a man."
"We see that," Leah states sarcastically, to which you giggle at.
"She's so my type..." Aryan mumbles, his mouth hanging open at the sight of her. "Damn..."
You sigh, looking down at yourself.
Guess that makes me not his type, then... You think to yourself, silently focusing on the table in order to avoid getting too emotional.
"Wow..." Charlie mutters himself before turning back to us with the Walker, Aryan and Dior following in tow.
"She was just...gorgeous, right, guys?" Dior asks. "You think she likes girls?" She jokes.