[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Driving - Cary, IL
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I can’t help but beam up at her when she kisses my cheek, totally and completely happy. [color=F7941D]“I think that’s feasible.”[/color] I wink before closing her door gently and going around to get into the driver’s seat and behind the wheel. I pull up directions to the museum before I put my arm around Cass’ seat to reverse and leave the parking lot.

[color=F7941D]“So, do you have a favorite art medium or style?”[/color] I ask Cass as I place my hand on her thigh again, a little higher than before.

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home- Chicago, IL
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I stop after getting one leg out and stare at Avery, momentarily forgetting that I was only out here to distract him. [color=FFF79A]“Are you trying to say you don’t think I’m serious about it?”[/color] I ask with a frown. Sure, I’m flippant and can drop things if I’m bored or think it’s useless, but training is the one consistency I have back in Europe. Besides, this man hardly knew me enough to make an assumption like that. 

[color=FFF79A]“What do you see me as?”[/color] I ask, putting my other leg back in the pool to watch him with narrowed eyes, this time it’s not to stare at his muscles. Maybe he thought I was some air head socialite. The dumb dogs’ words from last night repeat in my head about being a slut and I clench my jaw, refusing to even acknowledge that, but a small voice whispers that maybe Avery just saw me as some whore too.