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"Soup," she said. "And we can have it with some sourdough. I picked a loaf up from the store."
They entered the silent church. The midday sun streamed in through the dusty stained glass, casting colors against the plain wooden walls.
She went over to the fridge and clicked her tongue thoughtfully before beginning to pull out ingredients.
He went over to the front doors, tugging them open.
They relaxed in comfortable silence for a moment before she stood up. "You hungry?"
"I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "Want to go in?"
She huffed, rolling her eyes playfully. "Nevermind. I take it back. You're actually a *squee!*ty person."
Her shoulders shook when she laughed and she looked over at him. "I'm trying to have a moment here."
They took off down the street. The clocktower rang as they passed a large church on the street. Stained glass windows obscured the inside and...
She smiled slightly, the corner of her clear, grey eyes crinkling as she considered him. "Me too," she replied playfully. She settled back on...
He stood up, stretching his arms. "We should go look around a little more."
She looked over at him. "I don't blame you," she commented, nudging him gently with her shoulder. "It's been a long day."
"See? Compromise."
She nodded, raising an eyebrow as she sat next to him on the couch, dabbing her cheek with a damp rag. "Yeah. I get that."
He considered this before sliding it over to her. "Fine."
"Well... about everything. That's a lot of stress."
He seemed playfully annoyed, running his fingers through his hair. "Hmph."
She began to dab tentatively at the cut with water, wincing momentarily at the sting. "You must feel pretty good right now."
He sighed, looking down at it before picking off a piece. "Will you have some too?"
"I'm glad you care enough to be frightened," she replied. "But I'm alright."
