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"What are you planning?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.
Francis went to the soccer field with the rest of his group. Mixing with the football players would only start trouble.
"I didn't judge you too much," she said. "I thought it was fun."
"Even then," he said with a smile.
"Terrifying?" she asked. "Because you had to dance if front of people?"
"Right," he agreed, standing up and taking his items. "3:30."
"Don't worry," he said, running his hand through her hair. "I'd still marry you, either way."
"Because I remember taking your hands and then dancing with you. It was pretty funny."
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "I'm free any time."
"Thank you," he said gratefully. "Hopefully we'll come to an understanding."
"I see," she said, before grinning widely. "That night in Urela must have been pretty exciting then."
"Neat," he said. "I'll be there. Is there a specific time?"
"Can't we all just live together in peace, as I collect dust after feeding my fish?"
"I'm the girl of your dreams?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Sure," he said, looking at the address. "Is this your house?"
"If I can't put Tom is Finn's place, then you're not allowed to say anything," he replied. "Finn is my friend."
"Maybe a little bit," she said, kissing him back. "What would you do?"
"Hm," he murmured thoughtfully. "Good thinking."
"Oh, c'mon," he said with a laugh. "You would care about Tom, wouldn't you?"
"That's right," she said, nodding.
