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She beamed, looking excited. "Let's go!"
His hand came up to rest on the side of her jaw instinctively. “You taste like ice cream.”
“No, me.”
She hopped off and pet the creature’s head gently. “Is this the bookstore?”
"Fine. You got me."
"You."
"Mute."
She sat up, looking down as they landed.
"Most likely."
"What?"
"I mean, probably."
He laughed, sitting up on his elbows. "That's good."
She looked up at the sky thoughtfully. "Sure."
"Hm. Perhaps."
"Never."
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "You flirt."
She smirked, leaning over for a moment before deciding against it. "Fine."
"How could you?"