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She grinned up at him, kissing his cheek. "Yeah, I am."
"I'm in here," he said, calling from another room as he pulled out from a small door in one of the walls, shutting the latch. There was some grime...
She looked over at him. "This is exciting!" she said brightly. "You live here and you decorated!"
"Come in!" he called, his voice muffled.
She looked around, heading inside. "Wow.."
"Alright," he said, getting back to work.
She looked around curiously, tilting her head.
"Byron," he said. "The address is 5388."
She squinted. "Rude."
"I'm on Plymouth street. Do you know where that is?"
She rolled her eyes with a grin. "Whatever."
"I'm working on it," he said, grunting slightly as she would hear squeaky pipes in the back. "This should be harder than the power."
She followed him. "Ah, yes. The best room, next to the kitchen."
His voice was warm. "I know, babe. Don't worry."
She waved it off, seeming genuinely unbothered. "It's just papers. What's next?"
He laughed, sounding embarrassed. "Oh, wow."
"This is really nice, Fer."
"What does that mean?"
She followed him, looking around.
"No," he said, laughing slightly. "why do we have to discuss this?"
