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She grinned as she watched him go before turning and walking in the other direction.
He sighed. "It's alright."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "I feel special."
She nodded. "Yeah! See you."
He frowned. "Fine.'
"You're ridiculous." She paused. "I love it.'
"Okay. Seven. I'll text you the address."
"You have to know. It cant be that long, right?"
She laughed. "What if it rains?"
She sighed playfully. "Can't you just listen to me?"
"How long, Poppy?"
"Clear," she agreed, "but cold."
"The date, maybe? The kiss? I'm just being nice, here."
"How long do I have to wait?"
She grinned. "Only my hands, but they're warming up now."
"Keep them," she persisted. "Token of gratitude?'
He glanced at Poppy. "How long?"
She laughed, brushing his neck with cold hands. "I like you, too."
She considered him for a moment, before holding them out for him. "Keep them. I have more anyways!'
Francis pursed his lips, watching the ceiling.
