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He laughed, shaking his head. *** Veronica groaned, coming out and going after him. "Gideon.."
Amira was at the farmers market, looking at the food.
He grinned. "Just reminding you." *** He would feel his phone ring.
(Yoop!)
He tied his tie and brushed his hair back. "I don't have work tomorrow." *** She didn't return. He would hear the door shut.
She squinted at him before leaving.
He chuckled lowly, continuing to get ready. *** She didn't say anything, but pulled away, going back to her room.
She seemed reluctant, but finally sighed. "Okay.."
He laughed. "I'm sure." *** She tilted her head. "Promise?"
"Okay, but so did you."
He smirked, focusing back on his shirt. "I'm not sure." *** "But I don't like that.."
"All the more reason."
He looked back at her, his head tilted. "Your what?" *** She sighed. "I don't want to be without you."
She frowned, hesitating. "At least let me help."
He pulled on his pants, beginning to button up his shirt. *** She went to go look for him again.
"I'm not drunk. I can sleep after."
He tilted his head, going to get dressed while she was in the bathroom. *** She frowned, continuing to wait by the door.
She grabbed the broom. "No.."
He flushed, pulling out his clothes. "Thank you." *** She watched him, her brows furrowing. "What about breakfast..?"
She crossed her arms. "Do it, coward."
