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"Well.. What do you like to do?" *** "No."
He looked back over at her. "Is there anything you'd like to do after this?" *** She grinned at him before continuing.
He looked over at her momentarily. "..I would like a glass of red wine and the caesar salad." *** "It's okay. It'll make it go by quicker."
He flushed slightly, looking up at her. "I wouldn't want to say goodbye to you either." *** She stood, going to help. "Here, I can too."
"I'd make time for you," he told her, looking down at the table. *** She sat on the edge of the bed. "Truly."
He raised an eyebrow. "What? No, not at all." *** She grinned. "I don't like the idea of leaving much either, to be fair."
He shrugged. "I don't have much time with everything I do." *** "Maybe?"
He shrugged. "Work." *** She grinned at him, her expression sunny. "I should probably head home today and finish unpacking."
He hesitated, looking around. "Eh.. I haven't dated in awhile." *** "You'll live."
"The food is good," he told her, "I like the spaghetti." *** "I poked you."
He followed her, sitting across from her. *** She poked his chin. "You're welcome."
He nodded, offering his hand. *** She laughed slightly. "That too."
He smiled. "Thanks. So do you." *** She nodded slightly. "Fair enough."
Levy was wearing a white button up and black pants. He approached her. "Hey." *** "You only like me cause I fed you."
He chuckled. "Sorry, sorry." *** "Not when you were human?"
"I'll see it eventually," he teased. *** This seemed to make her grin more. "When did you figure?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "That does sound enticing.." *** She grinned, taking his hands and looking up at him. "So you like me?"
"It's casual," he told her easily. *** "Two separate entities."
"Bene Risorante Italiano." *** She raised an eyebrow at him.
He nodded. "That sounds good. See you then?" *** She squinted, pulling away and folding her arms. "No. I like you as a human."
