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She seemed visibly quelled, folding her arms. “Uh, well... I guess I’ll go into my room.”
He looked down at her before looking around again. “I agree. Let’s look around.”
She shook her head half heartedly, but gave him a small smile. “Nah, Abel. It’s fine.”
Ferris squinted, looking around. “Huh.”
She seemed deflated by his response, her shoulders slumping. “That’s... that’s okay, I guess. I can be patient.”
He sighed good-naturedly as they approached the pier. A small farmer’s market had opened since the previous night, cooking breakfast and selling...
“But I didn’t. I’m not saying you owe me, or anything. I just want to know.”
He sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. “Well, if you want to just live your entire life with me, then we’d fix this little problem.
"Because I'm stuck with you," she replied primly. "And I'm going against the government with you. So I'd like to know about you."
He looked a little confused as they approached the pier. "Well, I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you."
"Saturday," she repeated. "So... what you're saying is that we have three whole days for me trying to find out more about you?"
He squinted at her, raising one eyebrow. "I'm not a victim," he replied indignantly. "I made a few bad deals and now I have to pay the price. It...
She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "It's great. Perfect."
"No, princess," he said flatly. "If you see those guys again, you need to hide, okay? You can't run away because of this excellent spell you've...
Her eyes scanned the intersection before nodding. "Yeah. That's fine."
He paused, looking surprised for a moment before laughing, catching her fists in his hands and slowly lowering them. "Let's not depend on that."
"Oh. Oh. No, I think I'm good. Run, lose 'em. Meet at the car. Where's the car gonna be?"
He seemed unimpressed, raising one eyebrow. "Why?"
She looked bewildered. "About what?"
He paused, looking down at her. "What are you doing?"
