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"Hey, Aubrey. Beeeeeeeeeep!"
He glared up at her. "Did you at least like the cake?"
He squeezed her hand. "I love you too."
He tilted his head. "Hmm." *** "Fascination."
"Don't you beep me, you beeper."
He gasped, his eyes wide. "You're the one who tricked me!"
He smiled slightly. "No worries. I know what you meant."
"Hm.." *** "Appreciation."
"Beeeeep."
He squinted. "That's what you get."
He cocked his head. "I am?"
"The point of what?" *** "Adore."
"Yup."
He pursed his lips, and despite him not touching her, she would feel her arms give way from under her.
"Yeah. It kinda is."
"Why not bring an umbrella?" *** "No."
"No, but you've caught me doing something embarrassing."
He pulled away, his expression that of distaste. "I might hate you. No cake for you."
"That's true.."
He brushed her hair gently. "Your hair is damp." *** "Nope. Never."
