He said, giving me a keychain. I was about to take it, but stopped, seeing that is made with a small robotic doll hanging off a silver chain with lots of ornaments. It looks more like a boy type, not a girl's.
It is not mine. While I do have a habit of collecting keychains and designing my school bag and phone with them, I do not have one like this.
"It's not mine." I say.
"It's not? I made a mistake then. Sorry." He apologizes.
I barely nodded in acknowledgement and resumed my trekking. I don't know what prompted me to look back after a few steps. I did not catch sight of him.
I wore the cape of my hoodie over my head and kept walking. Trying not to let myself overthink that.
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