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She pursed her lips, washing her plate.
His eyes widened as he went to his car immediately.
She laughed. "Silly."
She grinned. "Yay!"
His voice was suddenly strained. "They took her? Diana? They took Diana? Where? When? Who?"
"But you just did it."
She gave a nod. "Now, let's just clean up the plates so I can see your art."
He felt his stomach drop and he quickly stood, already going to leave. "Poppy? What happened?"
She chuckled. "So that's not gross?"
"Then I'm not biased."
He picked up, his demeanor relaxed. "Hello?"
She rolled her eyes. "Fine." She raised his hand to kiss the back of it. "Is this okay?"
"Is it wrong that I adore you?"
(Yoop!)
"What if he wants to do it too?"
"It's good."
Francis stayed quiet.
"You suuure I can't?"
She smiled. "New experiences!"
She pursed her lips, moving to kiss his cheek. "What if I do it again?"
