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It was a small, advance —a physical one. A step into Hana’s personal space. But it wasn’t aggressive. It was solicitous. Worried. The girl’s brow furrowed as she looked at Hana’s soaked uniform jacket.
“Thank you,” Hana whispered.
The girl’s face brightened. “That’s two blocks over! I can show you.” She stepped closer, bringing Hana under the umbrella’s canopy. “But first, you’re shivering.” Moe girl touch advance