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Several minutes passed before the door opened. A rather handsome man, maybe in his late 20s or early 30s, looked out, raising one eyebrow. "...yes?"
"The meeting point being... your place?"
"I guess," he replied, opening the gate and going up to the door. "This isn't our town, so let's just go crazy with it."
"How fast do you want me to shake them?"
"It seems a bit modest for a mayor, don't you think? Those marble pillars? Who does he think he's impressing?"
"Me? Careful is my middle name," she replied primly. "I'll be fine. And I'll get their attention immediately."
They approached the end of the row, where there was a large, immaculate white house, with a clean lawn and a picket fence. Ferris smirked. "You...
"You could," she agreed. "And I could be waiting on the roof to distract them."
He laughed lightly, crossing his arms. "I'll give them a try."
She watched him carefully, crossing her arms. "What do you think?"
"But I really would love to see you dance," he said quietly. "But maybe just from the lobby or something. Or watching through a window."
She followed him, closing the door behind her.
He spoke again after a moment, his voice softer. "It'd be like if I asked you to come and steal with me," he told her not making eye contact....
She pursed her lips, thinking. "Yeah. That might work."
He looked guilty, but began to walk again.
She looked around for a second before coming back into the room. "There's a ledge up over your left shoulder when you look up. You could pull...
"No, I'd like to," he said, stopping and turning to her, his brows furrowed. "I'd really like to. I just... that's not my world, Fleur."
She noticed his flush, squinting at him before going over to the window. "I'm trying to see where it would be easiest for you to go. You're a...
He frowned, looking over at her. "I don't think your audience would be happy with me there."
She paused, stepping away from him and checking him out from head to toe, her finger tapping her jaw thoughtfully.
