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A hand appeared in front of Hilla. It was a long, fair hand with clear, distinctive joints, and the nails were kept neat and clean as they shone with a healthy glow.
Hilla was taken aback by the hand, as it was just too good looking. It was even better than Bruce Anderson's.
Although she could not determine just where or how the hand was better than Bruce's, she just found that it looked good.
"Thank you," said Hilla as she retrieved the dropped flyer from the hand. She smiled and raised her head.
As expected, the face was also good looking.
Hilla blinked and was momentarily dazzled by the man in front of her.
He had exquisite features, was fair, handsome, and stood tall and straight. He had all of the qualities of a good-looking man in him.
The man's eyes swept across her face. There were no changes in his brown irises, and he just turned away and left.
"Oh my god! Hilla! He's so handsome!"
