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He started laughing, clearing their plates. "No, it is not."
She began to run, leaping to the next building and disappearing.
“I was an ambitious kid.”
“I love you,” she told him, heading out.
He laughed a little. “A train conductor.”
He looked out the window for a moment before looking back at her. “Did you always want to be a dancer, Fleur?”
She looked back at him with a playful grin and a wink. “I always am.”
He shook his head. “That’s okay,” she said easily.
She got out of bed, going over to the edge of their nook. “I want to go on a run in a little while...”
“Have you made any friends?” he asked, eating his food.
“Okay, okay,” she soothed. “That’s okay. But you know we’re going to have to sooner or later, right?”
“Have you been doing okay?” he asked, tilting his head. “With the dance company and all that?”
She hesitated before kissing his cheek. “We don’t have to go back to the warehouse, if you don’t want to.”
“I’m doing better than I thought I would,” he replied, reaching across the table to take her hand. “It feels weird though.”
She sat up too, watching him thoughtfully. “What if we scouted tonight? Looked around the area?”
He paused for a moment before glancing out the window. “I work in a bookstore,” he replied, looking back at her.
Her hand rested on his leg and she tilted her head. “But...?”
“I didn’t have dinner,” he replied. “I was pretty tired.”
She looked up at him, resting her head on her hand with a small smirk. “Wow. All it takes is making out with a girl to make you brave enough to...
“I want to know more about your month,” he said idly, drinking his coffee. “What did you have for dinner last night?”
