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Heather's POV:

The days slowly went by and Ace and I greeted each other often. He was nice but I still kept a little distance. He was quite courageous and would approach me when I didn't approach him. I could say we were sort of friends? I didn't really know yet. Maybe just colleagues.

"You're kinda funny." I giggled after he'd had told me a little joke. We were drinking our espressos close to the machine down the hallway of our floor.

"Kinda funny? That's it?" he asked playfully.

It was the Thursday of that same week.

"Okay, okay. You're funny." I looked at him and when he stared...