Separate names with a comma.
He kissed the top of her head. "I love you."
She pulled him to the door, snickering at the thought of it. "Do you do this often?"
"Then they'll reschedule. People are quite understanding, you know."
She took his hand, a sly smirk on her face. "We can leave right now?"
"Don't worry about it, Miss Abernathy. Something like this they'll dismiss, because it wasn't in the game."
"Poppy, it's okay. Really. It's just one extra day of work. Just one."
"I'll only do it if you say it's okay," she said. "We'll manage to escape."
"This?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Definitely not."
"It's nothing to apologize for, my love. It won't be too bad, I promise."
"Do you really want to?' She asked, smiling mischievously.
He sat not too far away, leaning back with satisfaction.
He kissed her head, smiling slightly. "Maybe. Don't be concerned, though."
She attempted to supress a grin, but failed. "You know we can't do that, Curnow."
Just before the team ran out, a large bucket that was hidden securely out of sight, tipped over, dry dirt and mud flew everywhere, especially on...
He nodded, going to go take a seat, then looking up at her.
"Don't worry!" she said cheerfully, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be right behind you!"
He grinned, going to sit I'm in the bleachers and wait patiently while his guys prepared.
He smiled, kissing her again, this time lightly. "Good. I'm glad."
She looked at him, her expression innocent. "I'll let you sort this all out."
Francis frowned. He knew what would happen eventually, and was content.
