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"Right," he said. "It was well-deserved, though."
"Yep!" She nodded. "I trust you. Except for the shark thing."
"Sure," he replied smoothly. "What kind of music is it?"
"I might," he said. "You shouldn't apologize."
"I don't want to catch a shark," she said. "Then I will say anything."
He glanced at her. "Did you find a music playlist?"
"Why are you sorry?" he asked. " You shouldn't be."
No Ron, go find Becky
"Of course," she said. "Almost anything for you!"
"Sorry to disappoint."
"Okay," he said smoothly. "Sorry."
"Sure. I like hanging out with you. Any time with you is fun."
"Not this time," he said, pulling out the GPS, and driving.
"I'm not saying this to be friendly," he said coldly, glaring back down at his project. "It can be dangerous."
Avice stood up, Re aching her arms towards the sky to stretch. "This is fun."
"Shush," he scolded. "I'm going to drive nice with you."
"If it's that bad," he said, "you could always break things off."
She kissed him again, this time quickly. "Nope!"
"Nah," he said, starting the car. "It was fine."
He gazed back at her, his expression blank. "Stand up for yourself."
