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Francis pursed his lips. "Size 11, please."
"Caring about you is flirting?"
Avice laughed warmly, her eyes bright.
He looked around, squinting slightly.
"That's not flirting.."
Avice stuck out her tongue playfully at Aubrey, catching her hand.
He sighed. "Okay.. I trust you."
"I'm not flirty at all."
She grinned, looking warmly down at the baby, her thumb gently brushing her cheek.
"Not yet, I don't think.'
"Psh. I don't know."
Avice smiled warmly, holding out her arms. "May I?"
He sighed. "If you say so."
"Since when?"
She sighed, running her hands through her hair.
"No, no, no. It's time I learn anyways."
"Well, I'm pretty lucky."
She nodded. "Okay.."
"No.. We can."
"Crazy," he replied sarcastically.
