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'There is something deeply wrong with that man' was Ada's first thought upon seeing the person she was meant to take the order of at the restaurant she worked as a waitress at, but the thing was it took Ada a moment to put her finger one what exactly it was then she saw it he was too perfect, his face too semantical, his hair rippling like waves, his lips plump and soft looking as while as pink, his sea green eyes like tiny portals to the vast and deadly ocean, and on top of all of that there was some deep part of her that felt the need to kneel and bow and do whatever this man commanded of her and yet to also run and get as far away from that man as she could lest he find her irritating and kill her. Wait what on earth was she thinking this man was obviously just some supermodel or something(she ignored that part of her that was saying that not even supermodels look that perfect and that there was no way that this divine, as that was the only word that came close to describing him, was the same species as she).