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She pursed her lips. "I'm not hungry."
He frowned. " I'm out of ideas as well."
He laughed. "Sorry."
She sighed, but smiled slightly. "I'll come with you, but I'm not hungry."
He sighed. "Me too.'
He smiled. "You're pretty."
She shrugged. "I don't know. I might just get to work."
"Exactly," he said. "Do you think we can do it?"
"Your personality too," he said. "Like how you write me notes when you make my lunch, and always reassure me when I apologize."
She groaned. "Fiiine."
"I don't know," he replied. "It just seems.. unlikely."
He pursed his lips. "Your eyes remind me of thunderstorms," he said softly. "They're pretty. Your dimples when you smile. Your laugh. Everything...
She sighed. "I guess so."
"Do you think we can do it?" he asked suddenly.
"Yes you aaare. "
She glanced at him. "Sounds like work."
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "You're pretty," he sang playfully.
He nodded in agreement. "Right."
"Just normal tasks," she replied quietly. "It's boring. What about you?"
He kissed her cheek softly. "Yes you are."
