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"Hey, Quentin?"
"Yeah?"
"Nothing! Hahaha! Got you AGAIN!"

Quentin rolled his eyes, and shook his head in impatience. This was probably the 87th time this morning that Victor had pulled this on him.

"Hey Quentin, Quentin.."
This was the last straw. Annoyed, Quentin swung round, ready to tell Victor what he really thought of his childish game.. Unfortunately, his friend was not even looking in his direction. He followed his gaze and he finally saw what had caught his attention.

A group of girls had just walked into the cafe.

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