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A word with father

Each other's ice cream flavors looked appealing. They both stare at each other's hands holding their ice cream, wondering how it would taste.

Or better, how it would taste when mixed.

That's what they exactly planned to do.

"Come here." Zayn whispers softly, his lips inching closer. Cassandra stops biting her lips and closes her eyes.

Inch by inch, Zayn was coming closer to quench his curiosity. Cassandra was awaiting for his sweet yet flavored kiss.

However, there was a sharp mental image inside Cassandra where she saw an old man sitting in front of her. The image doesn't even last for a second. It was of an old man, she could say by his ancient looks and grey hair.

Startled, she drops the cone of ice cream and concern sprouts in Zayn.

"Hey, what happened?" He holds her jaw, placing his cone on the plate. Cassandra was awestruck at the image she just couldn't unsee. The man looked vaguely similar.

But she never remembered an encounter with that man.

Suddenly. There was a commotion
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