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"UH," Laia glanced at the girl's face one more time to make sure that she was indeed more than a figment of her worse imaginations. "How may I help you?"

The girl in front of her who was, unfortunately, more than a figment of her imagination stared at her for a good one minute instead of saying what she needed or more like who.

Realizing that she was just staring at Laia instead of stating her business, she folds her umbrella and sheepishly smiles. There is no single cell in Laia's body that can comprehend how  can someone look so gorgeous with the sun's rays glaring down on her.

"Is Vincent here?" The girl asks with uncertainty in her voice.

Vincent? Vincent who?

Oh. 

Of course, she calls the asshat by his second name.

"He's inside," Laia replies, trying her best to not sound rude with her next words. "Are you here to take him?"