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She nodded, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. "So it's wrong of me to think you're attractive all the time?"
He squeezed her hand before sliding his arm around her.
"Until I realized how nervous you got around me."
"You're cute when you're wearing fancy clothes or when you're ruffled. Just look at your hair. Adorable!'
He looked at her. "Thanks for getting that."
"Not that I can recall. Maybe when we first met."
"So?"
(Yeet!)
"You can bet and disagree all you want, but you're not scary at all."
"No," she mumbled, pursing her lips stubbornly. "You're just really cute."
He continued on, holding the ticket.
"Not to me."
Her gaze went to the coffee quickly. "Nothing."
He nodded, brushing her hair back.
"Why are you angry?"
She watched him, her eyes wide and curious.
He nodded slowly. "Sure."
"You can try."
"Hm. Just make your coffee."
"Oh."
