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He pulled her close. "Just wait a second, love. Tell me what's wrong."
Blaise had gotten on her feet when they stepped inside, her brows furrowed. She passed them, going into the nervously.
"Okay.. I will read what they have and show you pictures if they have any."
He blinked, sitting up and taking her in his arms protectively. "Hey, hey.. What's wrong?'
"It really is. I appreciate this." *** He was gone for a couple of minutes before leaving, a look of panic in his eyes. He dashed across the...
She laughed. "Here.. Let's look at the menu."
He looked back. "But you said.."
She grinned. "I'm on top of the world!" *** He nodded, bowing playfully before going into the other room.
"You are a gentleman, good sir. I am a lady," she said, taking a seat.
"No, it's amazing. Thank you."
She laughed, getting on his back and holding on. *** "You're telling me "
"A madam. Like a gentleman except for ladies. Well, wait... Madam is like sir. Lady is like gentleman."
He stretched out, propping his head up.
She brightened. "Really?!" *** "No, not at all. I just think on impulse."
"I disagree. I say you are a gentleman and I shall be a madam." She paused, looking over at the hostess. "Table for two, please."
He relaxed with a sigh, closing his eyes.
"Whatever. Maybe I could ride on your back and see what It's like to have length." *** "It's not a good thought process."
He didn't mention it, and she would feel him relax under her touch. "Hm... I love you."
"I have shorter legs than you. One of your steps is like two of mine!" *** He seemed confused by this question. "I have.. no idea."
He seemed confused, but did as she asked.
