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He frowned. "Bad?" *** She nodded slowly. "We should. For safe measure."
She stepped back, shaking her head. "Is there someone better? Have you found someone better so quick?"
He chuckled. "You don't have to have it."
"What do you mean?" *** "Pretend to be the manager."
She scoffed. "Wow. Okay."
He finished his first glass of wine, raising an eyebrow. "I try."
He grinned at her. "I'm kidding too. I'm not that sensitive." *** "I sit on your shoulders and wear a really long trench coat."
She glared at him, her eyes sharp and intuitive. "Where have you been going? You come back with your hair all messy and without your ring. You...
"Soon."
He blinked sadly. "Oh.." *** She nodded. "We've got this."
She shook her head, her expression annoyed. "Yes. I am."
"Just wait," he teased. "I'll get it."
"Well.. I like it, but it's cold." *** She blinked. "Oh. Yes."
She turned to him, her voice sharper than intended. "I'm fine."
He sighed. "I just need your password."
He chuckled. "Me neither." *** "Probably not.."
She took a breath, her brows furrowed. "I'm.. gonna go to my room."
He huffed. "I'm learning.."
He crossed his arms. "Is Mo wimpy?" *** She gasped. "Steal them?"
She crossed her arms uncomfortably. "Where's your ring?"
