Side Story 3.2. A Miracle?

Jhoanna’s POV

We were still throwing glares at one another until he sighed, “Could you just— I don’t know, perhaps.. behave for one second?”

“Excuse me? And who, pray, tell, just started to steal what I fancy?” I shot him a vexing look.

“I got it first!” He tried to justify and argue.

“I eyed at it first!” I frowned.

“ENOUGH! Both of you! Geez. Here ma’am, I have another one of those.” The seller grunted, narrowing his eyes at the both of us. Hans and I just quickly bought it and went our separate ways.

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It was my eighteenth birthday. And of course, the Suits had to be there. That means that a certain Hans Martin would be there too. I wore a simple cocktail dress that hugged my bodice but not that sexy or else my dad