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"20th Century Dance, yes. I did really well in the early 1900s portion. Once we got to the 90s, though..."
"Alright," she said flatly, sitting on the arm of his chair. "That's great. But I'm here, and I think you should sleep. You have to listen to me,...
Aisling was sitting on a building a little ways away in the middle of the night, her gaze thoughtful as she watched across the city.
"The Charleston. I got an A in that class."
She huffed at this, planting a quick kiss on the top of his head. "I can't believe this. Why are you still up, anyway? You should be asleep."
(Zoop?)
"It isn't, really. Not when you're with someone else and it's in the heat of the moment. But I agree, I don't think we should go dancing and...
She squinted at him for a moment before her gaze flickered over to the tea. "Maybe I was saving it for later," she said daintily. "I would...
He nodded with a small smile, turning and heading off to his room.
"Yes, well," she said, looking a little flustered. "They do if they have a butt. I learned how to do the Charleston for a dance credit in college,...
Her free hand ran through his hair gently as she looked down at him thoughtfully. "Oh, this tea?" she teased gently, flicking the side of the...
"Alright, well... good luck."
"It's like..." She looked around for a moment before taking his hand and leading him to a more secluded part of the store before demonstrating...
She beamed, coming over to him and setting the tea on his desk. "It's really good to see you. You're still awake?"
He blinked, looking over at her. "Hm? Oh, yes, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about a new filing system. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm so excited, Warns. I could teach you how to twerk!"
* * * Addie knocked on his door late one evening, poking her head in, a mug of tea in her hands.
He opened the door for her, his gaze unfocused, clearly thinking about something else.
She took it, standing up and kissing him.
He began walking, his hand in hers.
