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MOMO
She lazily turned her alarm clock off as soon as it surrounded her room with its invasive loud ring.
What did happen last night? The first thing she remembered was trying to explore one bar, talked to the
bartenders and few locals and drink.
Those things won't easily make her get this damn tired.
She tried to stitch everything that happened. She didn't
even know how she get to her room. Did someone bring her here?
"c'mon Momo, think! I need to know if I made any embarrassing things" So much for her 1st night, she thought.
Waking up next to the sunrise of the pristine waters, she decided to just leave her thoughts for today.
"I know I don't want to leave any embarrassing things that I did in a pretty isolated place. I just hope there's no one from my circle
know of what I'm doing here."
She tried to leave her cozy bed and get ready for the breakfast at the hotel café when she noticed her bruises in her arm while changing.
"Well, this only proves that I DID something dirty last night." she sighed.
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SHOTO
"Ms. Terious" the name he made for that girl sounds lame. It does. For someone who works in literary field, he's got a reputation for naming people badly.
He continues to eye her as she ordered another round of drinks. As far as he knows, that's her 8th glass of tequila. Does this girl even know how to stop? What a pretty high tolerance.
He takes another note of her subject. Few more minutes and he heard a noise somewhere near her spot.
Ah, of course a lady in her caliber would be an eye-candy for some drunk bastard. He's pretty much invested just watching his subject but at the same time, he wants to be a proper gentleman and save her ass from this situation, so he stood up and went to the spot to where she is.
"Excuse me sir but the lady said NO"
Her eyes laid into his and he felt that sudden electrical shock the moment their eyes met.
"I don't want to repeat what I said, I already said NO"
She tried to stand up but her knees were kind of wobbly, perhaps she's getting tipsy. The moment she stand up, Shoto grabbed her waist to secure her from falling.
"That's not how you mingle with us fellow tourists." one bastard said
"We don't want to cause any trouble my kind si----" and the bastard punched Shoto. The following scenes were a blur.
THAT BASTARD.
Now, he wears that bruise as a badge of honor as a proof of his heroic standoff at that night.
"It's not even 3 days for me to make a scene here." He thought while preparing to go get some breakfast at the café.
They were thrown off from the bar last night but at least he helped the lady go to her hotel room safely. He didn't make any advances but
damn the lady sure is really beautiful.
Strolling at the café to look for a decent spot to sit on, Momo wonders how she got the bruise. She didn't go to other places
other than the bar last night. She is trying to put the puzzle altogether but much to her disappointment, she couldn't think
of anything from last night.
"what a good tea to start my day with, if only I don't get anxious over this bruise, it'll be perfect." she said while finally seating on
the couch near the bookshelves.
She caught a glimpse of a striking red and white hair at the counter and she suddenly remembered everything.
"I'm so FUCKED... UP"