Marigold was more interested in what she was writing, rather than the boy who had sat in front of her. She barely even looked up when someone said something to her, popping another berry into her mouth. After a moment, she glanced up at the boy, her cheeks going red.
Why was he sitting there? Why was he talking to her? Had it been because of the kiss? "Yes." She nodded a bit. "It's due tomorrow."
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