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She jumped back in surprise, a few of her items dropping. She set the rest down to help him up, her expression nervous. "Oh, jeez. Sorry, sorry....
She shifted slightly, her face turning more into the warmth of the blankets. Her expressions subtly changed depending on what was happening in her...
"I'm fine with anything," he said, then paused. "I apologize if I'm not being very helpful."
Landon left, returning outside to call a cab. *** Callie stepped outside, carrying several different fabrics in her arms. After a moment of...
(Yep!)
"Of course not," he said, kissing her cheek. "I think it's lovely."
He nodded, before heading to the door. "I see. Thanks!"
She went to lay back down, facing the door in thought before shutting her eyes, sleep coming to her quickly and easily.
He cocked his head. "A strings family?"
He frowned, turning to Mike. "She seems unfriendly."
She smiled at him. "I love you too."
He tilted his head. "Really? What do they play?"
He nodded. "I can do that. I'll try to snap a few shots while I'm out."
She nodded. "Okay. I'll be here."
"Maybe the kind that you like and classical?" he suggested.
Landon turned for the door, once again distracted with his camera.
She smiled. "Maybe a little."
He seemed thoughtful for a moment. "Location can wait. Let's figure something else out."
He nodded, ideas already popping up in his mind. "Alrighty, I see."
She seemed surprised, but kissed him back immediately. "I knew you didn't leave."
