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Francis stopped in his tracks, turning around and letting go of her hand. "And clearly you're aware of what you are? Annoying, rude, and shushing...
"Nothing. I'm gonna end up staying longer anyways."
"More than anything else in the whole world. Except Aubrey. You two are equal."
"Keep your mouth shut, alright? She's her own person who can control herself. She's not the idiot in this situation." He huffed and took Poppy's...
She squinted, observing him before leaning back nonchalantly. "Actually, I might stay a little longer. Not sure yet."
She squeezed his hand. "I love you."
Francis paused, turning to the man. "Excuse me? Could repeat that?"
She nodded slowly, kissing his cheek. "I'm going to go while you shower, alright? And then we can meet up."
"I apologize."
Francis glared at her. "Poppy Abernathy-"
"But how much cream?"
"By dying?"
"Maybe if we were quiet.."
"You never showed me how you like your coffee."
"I am not."
"We're being loud.."
She chuckled warmly, despite the faint blush on her cheeks, as she grabbed the sugar.
"But.. But why?"
"Poppy, please."
"Uh.. I-I guess."
