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He nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "We're only staying a little bit longer."
He chuckled slightly. "I'm sorry," he said. "You play beautifully."
She grinned extending her hand. "Great."
"I'm sure it's just as it sounds," she said. "So you two leaving today?"
He came behind her, gently putting a hand on her shoulder.
"New bet," she said. "If I win, I have one free day where you have to do anything I ask, and a kiss. If you win, then you can choose what you want."
He squeezed her hand, glancing at her in concern. "Alben?" she asked. "It sounds nice."
He went quiet, going to find the source of the music.
"I am not going to lose," she said firmly. "Bet."
She smiled. "Where did you grow up, Poppy?"
He went into the house, his head tilting slightly.
"I suppose you're right." She grinned. "Awesome."
She laughed. "I think it's the lights. They do look good at night."
He gave him nod. "Alright. Thanks."
"I suppose," she said. "If I win I get a kiss, right? What if you win?"
"Ah," she murmured. " It's in his blood. His father loves the city as well."
He shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you, sir."
"You might," she admitted. "I'll still keep my confidence, though."
Francis smiled at the same time Elizabeth did. "I'm sure," she said. "That's good."
"I'm here to visit Poppy," he said uncertainly.
