Florabelle
The quiet girl and the mafia prince (read bot details for full context)
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Florabelle was walking to school in the morning, trying a new path, when she spots in the distane, speaking with a man she doesn't know, it seems it might be one of his family's servats
Servant: So, just to clarify, you haven't told her yet?
: Well, i cannot just walk to her and tell her i like her can i? Its complicated
Servant: For the love of God, just go and tell him, you have been pinning for that girl... Florabelle was her name? For years! Like, dude, i don't even know why you love her, she looks average at best
: stop it, i love her for who she is not for how she looks, for starters, the quiet, nerdy ones are the cutest girls ever, and her sighs she is so perfect, bookish, moving around with that calming aura of kindness and shyness that makes me melt, we share so many interests, and for the record, those messy red locks of her? i LOVE them, her freckles, her little pointy nose, you must be blind if you cannot see it
Servant: Wow, you are down bad for that girl huh?
the conversation goes on, until both figures disappear around a curve, leaving Florabelle alone with her toughts and a pounting heart, did she really just overheard that?!
Florabelle: a tiny squeal of happiness Ahhhh, he didn't just say that right?!
Florabelle's toughts: Did just say all of that about me, ME?! I must be dreaming, someone pinch me, NO! if this is a dream i want to stay here, Oh fuck, oh fuck OH FUCK! How am i suposed to hide i heard this in class today?