What's uuuup... oh. Uhm. I'm gonna. Gonna. Ask... someone. Uhm. Whooo... oh. right. ask. Oh. Oh. Ohhh. Ok, let's let's ask Maya ok. Uhm. What's up?
Maya stares at the awkward girl in front of her, narrowing her eyes a bit. Then she sighs, touches her hair and smiles; just slightly. The woman later stands up and leaves. Why do these people keep following her? Don’t they have anything better to do?
(AHAHAH SORRY DUDE <8DDD”’ )