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She nodded. "I want you with.'
If she listened carefully, she would hear running down the hallway before Francis rushed in. "I'm here! I'm here! I made it!"
He stood up, moving to kiss her cheek. "I'm going to go get dressed now."
She nodded. "I can probably do that."
On the far side of the room, sat a man. He looked rather out of place, shifting uncomfortably in his clean suit. Nothing a few drinks couldn't...
(Yoop!)
He looked up at her, his eyes brightening. "Hello."
She rested her head against him, her fingers gripping his shirt. "I'm glad."
"I'm sorry, Derrick. You can do whatever you'd like after this." Francis took off.
She laughed. "You are?"
He clipped him, and Francis went for his stomach.
He stood up, putting away his dish.
She nodded. "Okay. I'll do it."
He gave a short nod.
He nodded, smiling at her.
She nodded. "Yeah.. What if I don't like it?"
"I'm not going to."
"Alright. I'm going to after you."
"I think that would be good."
