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It was the first time he saw her in a year and she looked just pretty as the last time he saw her, if not more.
How could she just stand there with her dagger in hand, looking so fierce?
The feeling of Tyson's broad shoulders kept his face from going red, kept him from going in depth at looking at her beautiful brown eyes.
Her eyes were a mix grey and brown blended together to make a beautiful twilight- or maybe he's just overthinking it, maybe he's just missed her.
They were friends, right? And she was just a really pretty friend, he missed her.
Missed her everything, missed the way the sun glinted off her dark skin.
Whatever, he probably looks stupid right now.
So he forced himself to speak, though smile on his face was the furthest thing from being forced.