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EPOV
Sweltering
Licking my lips, I taste my own sweat as I take a break, leaning against the turnstile. I run my fingers through my damp hair, doing my best not to look at him again.
It's no use.
My eyes are drawn to the new guy. Jasper.
He just started today, but he's a natural. He teases the kids, charms the old ladies… flirts with the women.
It's the last bit that has me clenching my jaw, reminding myself that he's impossible. Even if he was gay, he wouldn't want me anyway.
I'm awkward in every way, especially compared to him.
