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“Oh Paragons above, would you ask her out already?” Puk said.
“H-huh?” Hannah straightened up, startled.
Puk sighed, leaning against the bookcase in the hideout. “You weren’t exactly hiding it.” They motioned towards Hannah with the green lollipop they always had. “You keep looking at Catherine with those pining eyes.” Hannah looked away, rubbing her arm.
They scoffed. “I don’t get why you’d like her after she tried to sabotage you, but I won’t judge if that’s your taste.”
“I know that,” Hannah protested. “But even if her methods are… rough, I still admire her. She’s worked a lot too and I… I-it means she’s at least treating me seriously.” She fidgeted. “But I doubt she’d want to go to the Gala with me. After all, I won the opportunity to sing on the stage.”
She stared down at her lap. It’s not like she could control her feelings. She did like Catherine but even she knew that it probably wouldn’t lead to anything.
The sofa cushion dipped as Puk sat down next to her. “Hey, at least try. Then you’ll know for sure.”
Hannah smiled. “You’re right. The worst she can say is no, right?”
“And if she hurts you, I will personally help Ragnar steal her stuff.”
“Puk!”