When Arrows Fly
Someone knocked and we stopped, pulling away from each other while our chest heaves up and down; face flushed accompanied by wild grins that stretched our faces as Missy entered folder on one hand.
“How’s your vacation, Sora-san?” Missy adjusted her eyeglasses and smiled at the both of us, a knowing look on her eyes. I smirked.
“Not yet finished, Missy, not yet.” Missy chuckled, already heading towards my table to take the papers I have already prepared for her to take. She stacked them in a folder before she looks at me and to Rubin. Noticing the chocolates, she asked, “Do you need more chocolates, Sora-sama?”
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