Perhaps I shot too many arrows at others whether my eyes were open or not.
I got all the information I need from the practice rooms. I went back upstairs and I saw Yasmina packing up her cello.
“Yasmina, thanks for helping me.” I told her.
“Um, no problem. I’m just used to being in this building.”
“Do you want to be friends?”
“That’s fine.” She quietly responded. “It’s a bit sudden, but thanks.”
You never judged me. I hope you do well in everything you do. Besides, playing an instrument must be fun.
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