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She shook her head. "No. It used to be like this before and I didn't have a problem." *** Levy took it, giving a nod to Ben before turning back...
She nodded, coming over to the window with him. "I'm glad for it. I guess it comes with the perk of living over your job." *** Levy shook his...
She looked back at him before nodding. "Yeah, go ahead. It's dusty in here." *** Both Levy and Mari watched them, one in surprise and the other...
She chuckled lowly, her back turned to him. *** He frowned at her, taking it. "Well, why not?" *** She nodded slowly, following him.
She looked up at him and smiled. "That is reassuring." *** His demeanor seemed to change whenever he met anyone new, silencing himself and...
She glanced over at him momentarily. "I appreciate it." *** He laughed aloud, the sound bright and surprising. "I see." *** "Precisely."
She gave it to him, getting her duster for the furniture and shelves. A small frown crossed her face as she continued cleaning. "That's a good...
She nodded. "I know." *** He hummed for a moment, looking at ease. "Fair enough." *** "Besides, downtown is an eventful place. Even if I get...
"That's too bad," she said playfully, starting to sweep one side of the room. "I'm an overthinker." *** He looked over at her with a raised...
She gave him a playful look. "Ruined was your words as well. Besides, coffee stains are especially tricky. You can call me Veronica, if you...
She waved it off, picking up her broom. "Only to make up for the one that I ruined.." *** He checked his watch casually. "We should be...
She tilted her head, going back up. "Thank you for your help.." *** "Just a coffee," he said easily, waiting for her before continuing. ***...
She got the broom, propping it against the wall before going to help get the last boxes. *** He nodded, standing up and taking his coat. "Good....
She gestured to the staircase. "Downstairs." *** He looked up at her, tapping his pen. "Why don't I just join you?" *** "Wow. Bad manners,"...
She looked a little surprised at him, but a small smile crept across her face. It was the first genuine one she would see. "Once all the boxes...
She hesitated, going upstairs. It wasn't too bad. It was mostly dusty and unused, but seemed like a quaint little area. *** He sat down as...
She looked back at him nervously. "It's a bit of a mess upstairs.." *** "No," he said. "That'll work for now." *** She leaned against his...
He looked down at her boxes with a frown, not meeting his gaze momentarily. It would be hard to catch, but a hint of sadness washed over her. She...
She frowned, not responding as she went to get another box. "I'm fine." *** "You have bruises," he pointed out. "Are you okay?" *** She...
She came down the stairs hesitantly, peering down. "Hello?" She paused, tilting her head. "Oh. Hello. How come you're stopping by?" *** He...
