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“Nope. None at all.”
“Are you okay?” He murmured.
“It is a shame,” she agreed. “No making out for you.”
They approached the Fort and August looked slightly nervous.
"I don't like this turn of events," she muttered, raising one eyebrow.
She sighed, raising an eyebrow.
"Trust me."
"You are," she said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.
"No. He's just grumpy."
She exhaled slowly, resting her head on her hand and watching him affectionately. "You're so *squee!*ing cute."
"I don't think that's true," August protested.
She rolled her eyes before ordering it for him, and they went to sit down. "Have you never had nice coffee before?"
She rolled her eyes before ordering a vanilla latte. "What about you, Warns?"
She huffed slightly, kissing his cheek. "This is annoying."
"I don't think you know Eli very well."
"Don't do this to me," she said with a frown. "Let me do this."
"Do you think he's going to be angry with me?"
"You're so cute," she muttered under her breath. "Jesus."
"I do," he replied honestly. "I'm not scared. I just don't like it."
"This is a problem, because I really want to make out with you right now," she explained quietly as they entered the cafe. "But we're in a public...
