DO YOU WANT TO... TOUCH IT?
TRYING NOT TO FALL FOR L"Didn't you say that your name was Bopinka? And... why are you getting a nose job?!"
Stop bombarding with questions, L. I don't have the time, I think to myself.
My heart begins racing almost as fast as I clicked the button to confirm the scheduling of my nose job, last weekend.
"I... I was flustered when you asked me, so I kinda forgot my name..." I shyly admit. "I'm getting a nose job because... because... mY NOSE ISN'T CENTERED!" I burst.
"I realize that. I can see that your nose is on your cheek and not between your eyes. But I don't think a nose job can fix that....", L commented.
"Oh. No I'm not getting a nose job to move it to the center of my face. I'm getting it because it's not centered on my cheek!."
L's eyes widen. He seems frightened and utterly confused; the news seems to have bewildered him. "Uh, I- I mean... good for you," he stutters. Why is he stuttering?
Anyway... "It is good for me, L! Thank you!" I squeal.
I step closer.
"Do you want to...touch it?", I whisper.
L looks a little scared.
"Touch.....what...?", he questions.
"My nose, silly", I grin. This is an offer I rarely extend to people.
"Uh...thats a really nice offer Bopinka...I mean...Bostinka. But I just remembered I had to go somewhere.", he responds.
"Oh. Where?", I ask.
"Uhh.. you know...dance practice.", he bites out.
"Oh thats so cool! Ill come with!", I reply, offering him a chance to spend more time in my presence.
"Uh...you know...now is not a really good time...it was nice meeting you, I guess", he turns and starts walking away.
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