dawn-potentia
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”’ )
