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"No," she replied. "If.. If that day hadn't happened it would have been okay. But it did and now I'm some kind of monster and I messed it up. I...
"And.. I'll have the gorgonzala gnocchi.."
"Only partly. You're not a muse, is all."
She did the same back, her expression playful.
She nodded. "It's the color of my favorite flower."
"I feel like I'm making it all worse," she said suddenly, her voice tremulous. "Like of all the choices I could make it's always the wrong ones."
The waiter came to take their order and Francis looked up.
"Nyehhhh."
"Hmph. Rude."
"Pink is a pretty color."
She pulled away quickly, going to the other side of the room. She hid her face, her heart beating quickly. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I- I just.."
He kissed her hair. "I love you."
"Petra. I think I could live a stable life either way."
"No way. We're clean."
"It is?"
She wrapped her arms around him. "Please don't leave.."
"Well.. Just try, okay? Reassure yourself."
"Petra! You're pretty okay."
"You'll be like us one day," she teased.
"Anything or everything."
