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OLIVER Watching Star getting ready to use her abilities is hard. On the one hand, it means that I can look at her without hiding it, but on the other, I know she will never be mine, and by the goddess I want her to be. We spent a lot of time together last year. I tried to ask her out so many times, but she always kept it professional, like she was only there to tutor me. Apart from one night at the end of last term, we had finished our homework, and I persuaded her to let me buy her a burger. It was our last tutoring session, and I said I wanted to thank her. When we had gotten to the restaurant, it had been packed with kids from school, including the triplets. Seeing she was uncomfortable going in, we went to the drive-thru instead and sat in the car to eat. We chatted about our