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She frowned, tilting her head. "Easier? How so?"
"But you can't stand the idea of me in handcuffs?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "Not great, I'd imagine."
"You're an undercover cop," he replied. "You're trying to get me arrested."
She rested her head on her hand, watching him carefully. "How long have you been planning it?"
"Depends on how you define that as. Look, are we going to do this all day?"
She watched him for a moment, eating hers quietly. "Are you nervous?" she asked after a moment. "About Saturday?"
"Everyone has a flame."
She laughed again, shaking her head. "You're right," she said agreeably. "Sorry. Thank you for the quesadilla."
He sniffed delicately. "You don't know."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a baby, Abel."
"Good luck framing me for something I didn't do," he replied. "There's very little I'm not guilty of."
She laughed out loud, looking over at him affectionately. "In that case, I'm still upset. Please keep making food."
His gaze darted down to her and something might have softened in his grey eyes. He rolled them, though, looking at the flower. "And now you're...
"Well..." She hesitated for a moment, considering the statement. "I wasn't upset, Abel. I just didn't want to push past any boundaries you had...
He nudged her playfully. "And yet you cast a spell to be near me. Who's the ridiculous one?"
She laughed, but then after a moment seemed to realize he was serious. "You're worried you upset me?"
He brightened. "I am, thank you."
"Yeah, but you look... I don't know. Worried, or something."
"Yeah, that was for the other girl," he said playfully. "Don't worry about it."
