"It's a prediction until proven certain, young grasshopper." *** He turned up the heat, looking over at her with a smile. "So you'd be open to another date, sometime?"
He huffed, sliding off the counter. “You’re terrible.” *** She looked over before giving a smile. “Of course.”
“And you’re not offended because you knew I’d say that, right?” *** She gave him a smile as they approached her apartment. “Thank you for tonight.”
"Wow. Psychic abilities are so freeing." * * * They stopped and she looked over at him for a moment before leaning over and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
He finished cleaning up and looked over at her. "I gotta get some work done... is that okay?" * * * She laughed, opening the car door. "See you soon."
"Well, I'm staying home," he said. "But I just gotta do some stuff..." * * * She returned the wave before sliding out of the car and leaving.
She tilted her head at him curiously. "What kind of stuff?" *** He sighed, watching her go before heading inside.
"I need to go gather some painting supplies and get a bag ready. I lost it yesterday..." * * * (Zoop?)
"It's not your fault," he said kindly. "Don't fret." * * * Gwen was standing there, jumping in place to keep herself warm and wearing a zip-up running jacket, black leggings, and a black headband.
She sighed, coming over and kissing his cheek. "Maybe I'll head back to my place to grab some clothes while you're busy." *** He brightened, stepping aside. "Do you want to come in?"
"Hm... do you want a ride? I don't much like you going out alone with the head injury..." * * * She tilted her head playfully. "Nah. Come on, we gotta do a Courage Test."
"If it makes you feel any better," she said warmly. *** He looked down at himself. "Should I change?"
He nodded, grabbing a coat. "Let's go." * * * "You look beautiful," she assured him. "This one's a fun one."
