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"That's fair."
"You're at least 100," she replied coolly, crossing her arms as a playful grin crossed her lips.
"You obviously are, Francis."
She flushed lightly, turning her face into his neck to hide the pink that swept over her cheeks.
He flushed even deeper and shook his head. "Ah... well, you don't have to worry."
"Oh, they're not all bad..."
Her eyes widened with surprised amusement and she kicked at him playfully. "But your first guess was 20. I'll take that as a compliment."
"You definitely are."
She leaned into his touch, sighing from enjoyment. "I just really want to be near you..."
"I didn't take you for a jealous woman."
"People are idiots."
She smirked, raising an eyebrow. "25."
"And you're way out of my league."
She turned her head to rest on his chest, her fingers curling in his shirt. "I'd really enjoy that."
He flushed slightly, glaring at her. "You're the only one for me."
He grinned, taking her hands and standing up. "And people say we don't know each other."
She watched Gabe leave, a bright smile on her face, before she turned to look back at Jared. "I was pretty young and new to the game, about 18 or...
She flushed even deeper and stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork. "But you're... I mean, look at you!"
"You don't have to," she said, stretching out. "It just reminds me of simpler days."
"It'd be way more comfortable."
