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"Stop panicking, Poppy."
"Then what the heck?"
"I said one day, probably."
"You're sweet."
He looked a bit nervous again. "I like you, Petra."
His tone grew stern. "Poppy, stop."
"But I'm not morr inferior.."
"Not today."
"I'm glad."
He reached down, his hand brushing her hair slightly. "Thank you, Petra."
He put his hand on her shoulders. "Poppy, please relax."
"Since how?"
"We will get there."
He set the glass down, laying back.
"Probably."
"Just.. We need to leave now."
"You are?"
"I found it."
He nodded and took the water, taking a sip.
"We could take you one day, I'm sure."
