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“I agree. It hasn’t happened in a while.”
“We could try.”
“I’m not always right.”
“I’m your muse.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Of course.”
He nodded before pulling away, heading for the door. “Thank you for stopping me from jumping out the window.”
“From the flowers.”
“That’s unconvincing.”
“You do graffiti, right?”
He slid a pancake onto her plate and gave her butter and syrup.
“Perfume.”
"Don't feel bad," he said, his voice oddly sharp. "It just makes it all so much worse."
"I did. Is it what you really wanted, though?"
"What about me?"
She laughed, wrapping her arms around Jack's neck.
"Do they smell nice?"
He sighed and came over to her, pulling her into an embrace. Although the action was sudden, she would hear his heart pounding through his chest...
"Gnocchi, huh?"
"I don't have anything that you could be a muse for."
She blew another raspberry.
