My breath caught at my throat, and I struggled to find a response.

After a while, I slowly said, “Mira, I do like you.”

She shook her head with a soft sigh, “Joshua, we aren’t talking about the same type of ‘likes’, and you know it.”

I pressed my lips tight, couldn't argue with her. She was right.

“Besides, you don't really know me,” she continued, “Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not as good as you think I am.”

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