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He nodded, looking worried. "I need to talk to her. Please."
"I love you."
She chuckled slightly. "Alright."
He folded his arms cautiously. "Are you Francine?"
"My husband."
She shook her head. "Nevermind."
He knocked on the door, his brows furrowed.
"Pie guy."
She stared at him blankly for a moment before giving him a sly wink.
He hung up, going to the house.
"You're using pineapple against me."
She shrugged, standing up. "I'm going to find food."
"That's my wife," he said nervously. "Where can I find you?"
"Uh huh."
"I won't.." She grinned at him cheekily. "Not like that, at least."
Francis frowned. "Who is this?"
She laughed. "Like how you did it to me?"
She rested her hands on his arms, kissing him back.
He frowned, taking his phone and calling her.
"Then what are you? Pie guy?"
