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She sighed dramatically. "Seriously!"
"Shush. Medic."
"Not again!" *** She laughed. "Well, it is your shirt."
She chuckled. "Only teasing."
"But I am not Suit Boy."
"Wow, really?" *** A moment later, she returned, wearing his shirt.
She stretched her arms. "Nope."
"No, I am not Suit Boy. Don't call me that."
He grinned, shaking his head. "You surprise me." *** She nodded, heading into the bathroom to change.
She rolled her eyes. "No you're not."
"Probably not a thing," he replied, "but I can complain."
"Nearly a year," she muttered, turning away. "Still have to look away."
"Opera? Do you like opera?" *** She stood up and took the shirt. "Thanks."
"I'll have none of it," he teased. "Not a bit."
She sighed. "Alright. I suppose I should let you go now."
"You pick, then." *** She chuckled. "That's true."
He groaned. "I never should have said anything."
She looked at him with a small grin. "Hi."
"I realize." *** She squinted. "Bright green, huh? I can work with that."
He paused, a grin on his face. "Yep."
