Redmption 164


    I had struck a deal with my blind date, where there was a fee each for holding hands, hugging, and


    event


    kissing.


    Brandon mentioning it now made it clear he knew about this. It seemed there was more to the he


    had scared off that guy by beating him, but he had never said a word about it. Brandon really knew


    how to make me speechless.


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    Instead of kissing me, he grabbed my hand and bolted through the crowd.


    It was my first time sprinting through a bustling city, and my surroundings were a blur of astonished


    faces. People didn’t know why we were running, but they instinctively made way, creating a


    makeshiftne for us.


    There we were, Brandon and I, racing down the middle of a crowded street while people stepped


    aside.


    Holding my hand, he would turn to nce at me from time to time. The scene was so beautiful and


    surreal, and I felt like we were the main characters of a movie.


    The wind whipped through my hair, and as I watched Brandon pull me along, I felt like we were


    eloping. We ran until my lungs burned, and then Brandon finally slowed down and stopped. Both of


    us panted heavily while staring at each other. His hand was still wrapped firmly in mine.


    My heart was pounding like a drum, partly from running, and partly from the exhrating experience


    Brandon had just given me.


    We didn’t speak and just took some time to gatch our breaths.


    But Brandon showed no signs of letting my hand go. In fact, I noticed his Adam’s apple bob again. I


    found myself doing the same thing, and sparks flew around us.


    My heart hammered even faster in my chest. Swallowing hard due to nervousness, I finally


    managed to break the silence. “Um… why did you run?”


    “Would you have preferred kissing in front of all those people?” Brandon asked. His words caused


    my cheeks to burn immediately.


    Speechless, I tried to yank my hand free, but Brandon Held on tight. In my embarrassment and


    frustration, I stomped on his foot.


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    He yelped in pain and immediately released his grip. I seized the opportunity to make a break for it.


    I heard him chuckling softly behind me, and it made my face feel even hotter.


    Brandon silently trailed behind me. After giving me a moment to recover from the embarrassment,


    he called out to me in front of a stall selling chocte–covered fruit. “I want to eat this.”


    I promised I would treat him, so naturally, I couldn’t ignore him.


    I stopped and looked at the stall. There were chocte–covered fruits in all shapes and sizes, from


    traditional varieties to seasonal fruits. It was a vibrant disy, and I felt my mouth watering.


    Even though I loved chocte–covered fruits, I didn’t show it. I turned to look at Brandon. “Which


    one do you want?”


    “What about you?” he asked instead.


    I scanned the options and pointed at some smaller chocte–covered fruits. “One of each of these,


    please,”


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    Then I looked back at Brandon. “Your turn.”


    He opted for a chocte–covered apple. “I want this one.”


    Once we had decided, I scanned the QR code to pay.


    Brandon didn’t make a fuss about paying, which I appreciated. I had offered to treat him, and if he


    had. insisted on paying, it would have made me feel even more indebted. It would have taken away


    from the enjoyment of the treats.


    As I enjoyed my sweet treat, Brandon suddenly spoke up. “Is yours good?”


    I


    I nced at the untouched chocte–covered fruit in his hand. “Why? Do you want mine?”


    “It looks amazing,” Brandon replied, making me want to roll my eyes.


    If it looked so good, why hadn’t he chosen it in the first ce? Now, he wanted mine?


    “Yours must be delicious too,” I coaxed yfully. “It’s an apple, after all.” Anyway, I didn’t n to


    swap with him. I really liked what I had chosen.