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Autumn gave him a half hearted smile when he said something about talking tomorrow. She had always wanted to start a conversation with him, and though she did today unintentionally, she didn’t want it to end. He seemed so much different than everyone percieved him to be. She looked down at her feet slightly disappointed then nodded to him. “If I wouldn’t be wasting any of your time, then yeah… I would love to talk to you tomorrow.” She took a deep breath and built up what felt like courage to her. “Just stay there for one second?” she said in a questioning tone and quickly took her backpack off. In what felt like one swift motion, but what probably came off as more clumsy, she took a pen and her notebook out. She quickly wrote down her cell phone number and stood up. “Maybe if you’d wanna talk tonight.” she said nonchalantly, looking at him. It felt like she was even happier than the 8 minutes ago she walked into the school, and her eyes embodied it as the came to life, hoping Oliver would accept the carelessly ripped sheet of paper.