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"I don't think you're right," he said. "I think you'd be just as conflicted. That's why you dodged the question."
She frowned, tilting her head. "I meant it when I said we met at my workplace."
He went quiet, not meeting her gaze.
Fleur looked up, maybe a little anxiously. "Hey, Alyssa."
"That's enough, Ophelia. I don't want to keep arguing about this."
"Just water."
"How do I know you won't go off again without me knowing?"
She nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. I can get it."
He seemed irritated. "I don't like it. How do I know you aren't just gonna do it anyways?"
"Exactly. But it was attractive, so.."
"No, I'm not you. I'm me. The roles are just reversed. Would you send me?"
"Hey it could have been worse!"
"And you're not just saying that?"
"It was kinda attractive," she teased.
He squinted. "You didn't answer the question."
She laughed, shaking her head. "Whatever."
"Would let me go if the roles were reversed?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"You're a villain," she teased.
"You escaped because I gave you a lockpock. What if you don't have one?"
"This is gonna be biased," she said with a sigh.
