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She took it, watching him thoughtfully. “I am too.” *** He went into his cage and sat in it, clearly sulking.
“It does,” she agreed. “My mother and I used to go down there at night.” *** He stared at her for a moment before turning away, leaving the room.
She paused, resting her head on her hand thoughtfully. “Let’s go on a walk, maybe?” she suggested. “The pier is lovely at night.” *** “You’re...
“It’s up to you,” she said primly. “I’m flexible.” *** “Stop it.”
“I’ll just have water and the pesto penne, please,” Beck told the waiter, letting go of Levy’s hands to stack their menus, passing them to the...
She gave him a small nod as the waiter came up to them. “Good evening,” he said in what was probably a fake Italian accent. “What can I prepare...
She paused, tilting her head curiously before reaching across the table and taking his hand, squeezing it. "I'm glad," she told him earnestly....
She folded her hands, considering him thoughtfully. "Are you sure? You said you're busy." * * * "Hm. What a dilemma."
She tucked her hair behind her ear, eyeing him thoughtfully. "So... was this a mistake?" * * * "No, you probably should," he clarified. "I...
"Why does work prevent you from dating?" she asked, tilting her head. * * * "Maybe..." he said thoughtfully, tilting his head.
She frowned, looking surprised. "Really?" she asked. "Why not?" * * * He squinted, tilting his head. "Don't be rude."
She laughed slightly, resting her head on her hand, her pinkie brushing her lips. "Is this a common first-date spot for you?" * * * "You did....
She folded her hands, watching him. "Why do you like this place?" * * * He squinted, looking down at her. "Excuse me?"
She took it, going to find a seat. * * * He sighed slightly, tipping his head back. "Thank you for taking care of things."
She laughed slightly, kissing his cheek gently. “Thank you. Want to go sit?” *** “And because you feed me bacon.”
She brightened, looking over at him. “Hey,” she said. “You look nice.” *** “I like you because you’re kind.”
(Zoop?) After about an hour, she showed up to the restaurant. She was wearing a black, off the shoulder shirt with light grey paper bag pants...
"Hush. That's unprofessional, Mr. Audra," she chided, heading for the elevator. * * * "That I liked you? When you fed me bacon, presumably."
She laughed slightly, shaking her head. "No. I'll wear something else." * * * "I do," he replied. "I like you a lot."
She tilted her head, standing up and slipping on her coat. "So I shouldn't wear a little red thing for you?" she asked playfully, tilting her...
