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"The cat? What if it's Oliver?"
He took it for her, unlocking it and opening the door.
She turned slightly. "Oh, wait!"
She shook her head.
He crossed his arms defensively. "Look, I'm sorry Petra.."
She nodded, moving her hand. She left it rather simple.
He squeezed her hand gently, unsure what to do to help as they walked.
She looked up at him. "Alright.. Have a good day."
"No."
He looked down hesitantly. "I-I'm sorry."
It didn't take her long to finish.
He nodded, seeming rather tired.
She ate her toast, folding her legs.
"No. Only scary."
He cleared his throat shakily, following.
"Sure," she replied, going to draw a cat with red.
Francis pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as they were out. "I don't know what to do."
She looked up again, her expression brightening slightly.
"Rather cute, in fact."
Gabe looked over, suddenly nervous as he stepped over.
