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She looked at them strangely, her brow furrowed. "Y'all aren't from around here, are you...? Yeah, he's the mayor. Mayor Harris."
"It's cool," she insisted. "I really like it on the third floor."
The girl snorted, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well... the mayor has something from all of us, doesn't he?"
"Towards the back. First floor is produce and food. Second floor is furniture. Third floor is odds and ends. Like a flea market, kinda."
She squinted, crossing her arms. "What do you want to know about 'im?"
She gestured with her head. "Come on. It's on the top floor."
They approached a bar. The door was open, and a worker was sweeping out the front stoop, but she looked up, squinting slightly. "Can I help you?"
She laughed playfully as they approached the supermarket. "Fine."
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Astute, Fleur."
"Then you'll tell me?"
"You don't know me well enough," he said playfully, ruffling her hair. "You can't make those bold claims."
She frowned, looking over at him. "Don't be mean."
He looked shocked, looking over at her. "You and I have different ideas."
She laughed, nudging him playfully. "No, you don't. I'm hoping you'll explain because you want to."
"No, not at all," he replied. "That's why we're going to a bar. To drink our sorrows away."
"Yes," she replied, folding her arms. "I'm interested in how all this came to be. Plus, you're stuck with me."
"You're giddy," he said playfully as they walked down the street. The town was still quiet and heavy smog hung in the air, but it looked...
"I see," she replied, looking over at him. "One of these days, I'm going to get you to tell me your past. Figure you out a little."
"Really? You're almost skipping."
She gave him a weird look before heading to the town square. "It's just the supermarket. Have you been in town long?"
