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"I see. Nothing to worry about, right?"
"Okay," she said. "I promise. You too?"
"I heard how you met," she commented. "It's interesting."
"Everything okay?" he asked, looking up at her.
"I'm sure," she told him, tilting her head.
She grinned. "Oh, why thank you," she said. "I'm glad Francis has found such a nice girl."
He continued working, his lips pursed as he waited.
"No. That's what worries me." She frowned.
"To you as well," she replied, stepping to the side. "Please, come come in."
He looked up, the buzzing startled him slightly. "Alright."
She took it and put it around herself. "I know," she said quietly. "It makes me nervous."
He nodded, and they walked up to approach the door. He rang the doorbell, and it took a few moments for anyone to answer. Once it opened, a...
He painted the clay silently, only glancing up occasionally to look out the window.
"Of course," she replied softly. "It's my pleasure."
He got out and opened the back door, grabbing his own bag before joining her, taking her hand and squeezing it.
"Okay," he said, picking up the paint brush and a clay piece. "Thanks."
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She turned to him, her eyes bright. "I love you too."
She opened the door. "Yep. Are you?"
He looked at them, nodding. "Okay. How much paint do I use?"
