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She beamed up at him. “Thank you. What’s going on?”
“A couple days,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “But I did it!”
“You’re just in time,” she said, reaching for him arm and pulling him forward. “Look, look, look.” Before them sat a small round table and she...
She looked up before heading over to the door, opening it quickly. “Hey, Jaz!”
Lucy was working in the workshop one evening, occasionally taking sips from the mug of tea she had resting on an old, stained piece of cloth that...
She watched him leave with a frown before returning to work.
"Okay..." she said slowly, folding her hands. "Bye, J."
She noticed his flush and blinked in surprise for a moment, studying him curiously.
She pulled away from him slightly, her bright blue eyes tracing his face as she beamed at him. "You're nice to hug."
She slipped her arms over his shoulders and rested her head on his shoulder. "Thanks," she said quietly.
She brightened, scooting to the edge of the desk and opening her arms to him.
She watched him with a small smile. "This is really weird and cring-y, but can I hug you? I haven't hugged you since the trip."
She looked up, looking disappointed. "Oh. Okay."
She flushed, looking away embarrassedly. "Huh. Okay."
"You could have just told me if you wanted to see me, you know," she teased.
She beamed at him, tilting her head. "Determined, aren't we?"
She grinned, raising an eyebrow as she folded her legs under her. "How'd you know I was here?"
She grinned at him, patting his shoulder. "What are you doing up here?"
"You'll be a good teacher," she said agreeably.
"Oh?" she asked, tilting her head. "Do you know who's taking over?"
