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He smiled, kissing her forehead. "Thank you. You look nice as well."
"I will tell you, babe," she promised. "I swear."
"With who?" he asked curiously, glancing down at his camera. *** She nodded, readjusting her bag. "Fairly certain."
He came out minutes later wearing black pants and a plain white button-down shirt. He went behind her to kiss her cheek.
She frowned, squinting at him. "Why not?"
He shook his head. "I couldn't imagine the feeling." *** She looked up. "Okay, let's go."
He smiled before pulling away, going to the room to get dressed.
She rolled her eyes. "I will. I promise. Don't you trust me?"
"They seemed really torn about it," he said. "I mean, obviously they would be." *** She raised an eyebrow. "Up there?"
He cocked his head. "What's next?"
She nodded, watching curiously. "Okay. I'll be careful."
He nodded. "Okay. I understand." *** "Nothing too exciting," she said. "Just, like, a small table."
He smiled, brushing back her hair. "Good."
She tilted her head, leaning back slightly. "Sure."
"Hm," he murmured. "Well, any clue to anything?" *** "You think? I'm pretty sure there aren't any junkies that come here, either."
When they got back outside, Landon turned to look at her. "Did you find out anything?" *** She was quiet after that, only speaking up after...
"Barely," she answered. "It comes and goes when I walk."
He stood up and put his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "That's a good thing."
Landon nodded, giving the room one last look before heading to the door thoughtfully. *** She laughed. "Right? Finding playgrounds are the way...
She kissed him gently. "Good."
