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âNope,â Xy said matter-of-factly before strolling in past Bethany and into her apartment. âBut when have you ever known me to make plans ahead of time? The only time I schedule anything is for work, and today is a Sunday, which means I follow nobodyâs schedule but mine.â Setting the bags of food and tray of drink on the kitchen counter, she turned to face her sleepy-eyeâd friend, a smile creeping across her lips. âI take it you had a long night? So what was it? A hot date? Another fancy shoot? Tell me so I can think about something other than the pile of emails I have waiting in my inbox.â
âI love your spontaneity. Iâm way too much of a planner. Which is weird considering that I am kind of a hippie at times. Should be able to go with the flow,â she furrowed her brow in thought. Taking one of the coffees, the Aussie hummed contently. âPhoto shoot for Chanel. Apparently they wanted a night shoot, which can be cool, but very tiring. Iâm not meant to work in the dark without my old body wanting to sleep at nine. How have you been though?â






















