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He hesitated, his violet eyes flickering to look up at her. "Don't freak out, but do you want kids?"
"If I lose, it's because I let you win!" he called behind him.
"Hm, yes... it is quite difficult to achieve," he said haughtily.
"See? You're a natural at lying," she said cheerfully, picking up a fire extinguisher and handing it to Warner.
He took it, kissing the back of her hand gently. "You sure are special to me," he murmured, although it sounded more to himself. "Can I ask you...
He laughed, his voice low and exuberant as he nudged his horse forward.
"Oh, this old thing?" he teased, pouring some batter into a black pan. "It's the newest craze. Everyone's adopting it."
"Do you not have any opinions?" she asked lazily, opening the door to the janitor's closet.
He rested his head on his hand, his thumb brushing the lip of his mug thoughtfully. He glanced over at her when he spoke, giving her his grin that...
"I don't race often."
"Look at me. I'm fine."
"Your opinions."
He sat across from her, sipping on his coffee. "Of course."
"Am I, now?"
He looked over at her in surprise. "It's fine, Aspen. No worries."
"Do it. Lie right now."
He came over a minute later with their items. "Here..."
He squinted at her.
“Not as much as my face,” he teased, heading back to the stove.
“Oh Kay...?”
