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“Pick a better book next time.” Though he said that, Félix had actually enjoyed the book Marinette had picked out for their buddy read. “Three stars out of five.”
“Three?! That was a solid four at the very least,” she protested, turning around in her seat. “Are you sure we read the same book?” she asked, her voice taking on a teasing note, as he slid into the seat opposite of her, his long hair concealing his face from view until he pushed the strands of hair out of his face.
“It was not very relatable,” he commented, their eyes locking. His were gleaming with quiet defiance and hers with unconcealable mirth. “As much as I love a good classic, this did not resonate at all in today’s context. It was borderline boring.”
Marinette snorted. “Is it because it was a romance?”
Félix flushed, glancing up at her through his eyelashes, causing her heart to pick up pace. The characters in the story bore similar likeness to them, which is why she had chosen it in the first place. Things between them had been changing ever since their pair assignment. She felt as though they were growing closer, but she couldn’t be sure. She was desperate for validation, which he gave her, looking away.
“The romance was the best part.”