A New Day 5

Y/n's POV

A few other jobs are needed to be done; like making sure everything is packed and getting everyone signed out of the hotel. The light shines through the windows of the lobby behind us we walk back to the hotel rooms to make sure everything is packed and ready.

When we reach my door, Yoora thanks me for my help and for being so friendly to her. Smiling warmly, I decide that I like her and give her my number to text me whenever she wants. I usually have a good ability to pick friends and am confident that I will not land myself in the reach of toxic people.

Yoora looks genuinely surprised by my wanting to be friends with her, I suppose she doesn't make friends easily. I don't see why not, she is quite pretty and she is ever so kind. If we had gone to school together, I am sure we would have been at the same lunch table, laughing at the back of the class and bitching about the fake girls at school at sleepovers.