[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Nic’s Apartment - Chicago, IL
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I wake to the smell of breakfast cooking, which is not something I’m used to in my own apartment. I sit up and run my hand through my disheveled hair a few times in an attempt to smooth it down before going into the bathroom real quick. Once I leave my room, I can hear my dad humming in the kitchen, singing along to a mandarin song he’s playing from his phone. When he sees me enter, he passes me a full plate of food with a cheery greeting. I have little bit of a headache from the late night, but I manage a smile and a thanks for him. We sit down at my little table, saying thanks before we both dug in.

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[center][h1][color=643B46]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=643B46]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Mansion - Chicago, IL
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I’m pulled tightly into Caden’s arms. My eyes fly open. [i]Did I actually sleep?[/i] A shiver runs up my spine and I wiggle in his arms from the kiss and the little whisper of German. [color=643B46]”[i]G-guten morgen.[/i]”[/color] I manage to say, highly aware of how warm my face feels.