Naomi's POV

" Ooh, here comes Mr. Asshole." Bianca mutters, lifting up her glass of water to mask her smirk. 

I roll my eyes at her words, but smile. 

I turn to look at George who's close to our table. He doesn't look bad or even different. He's wearing his work clothes, so I guess he's just out to get something to eat. George stops by our table.

He's uncomfortable as he stares at me with a small smile. 

" Hi, Naomi." He greets. Hands in his pockets to keep his nervousness in check. 

" Hey. George." 

George looks at Bianca. With a curt nod, he says. " Bianca."

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