Ben's haunting past
"Would you like something to drink?" Inside his dorm room, Ben made Olivia the offer as she scanned around his living space, scrutinizing everything.
"No, I'm fine, thank you." She approached his desk, placed her bag down on it, and picked up the colorful propeller hat from the top shelf, bringing it to her face.
*Sniff* *Sniff*
Ben blinked. 'Did she just smell it?'
As if not discovering anything interesting, she returned it to its prior spot and continued her observations...
Watching her snoop around like a crime scene detective, Ben decided to ask her what he'd been wondering this whole time. "Why'd you want to come here?"
She wiped her finger along the top of his computer monitor, glancing at it to observe the level of dust. "I required an answer…"
"An answer to what?"
She swiveled around and looked into his eyes. "Who are you who is so wise in the ways of marketing?"
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