Your presence is critical,

Movin' my soul,

Yeah you spiritual,

Like everybody else invisible.

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Chimdi stepped into the green and white blocks of the school's pavilion, looking all comfortable and classy on a black T-shirt and yellow flowered short. A crown of neatly packed bun sat on her head, making her rock the classy but cute look.

True to his words, TJ was waiting for her.

She took in his young built frame, fit into a comfortable grey sweat pants and grey vest, which accentuated his moderatly taut muscles. She stared shamelessly, eyes scanning his drool worthy features.

She'd never paid attention to his built and neither did she...