The Thrill of Speed

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      she doesn’t even want to look at what had landed on her arm, so she merely holds her hand out straight for him to deal with. ❛ ano… thank you. ❜ there were a lot of things the young heroine could deal with– surprise fletchling presents were not included in that.

“...I think that should do it.” He raised a brow making sure that the ‘present’ was wiped clean off her arm. With that, he balled up the napkin and tossed it into the nearest trash can. Where that present belongs frankly. he soon let go of her arm gently looking down at the blonde. “Ah.. don’t mention it. Now I think suggest sitting with some shade. Less you want some more ‘presents’ your way.”

“Could’ve fooled me. How do I know this isn’t some sort of trick for you to talk to me?”

    “Well, you are talking to me right now, sweetheart. If want     some proof, I’ll be out of your hair and just continue walking     right away.”

One-Liners, Paras, Multi-Paras.

       “I take it you’ve been called for the latter on more occasions recently than you would like? At least there are some people who use your service to the point you aimed for.”

    “I suppose if you want to look at it that way. Though,     as I said. I liked to be paid for what I studied for. Which     is coding and programming.”

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“Yeah, I can tell,” she said with a hint of sass. “Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean you get to aimlessly bump into people.”

“Not like it was my intention to bump to people on purpose into people sweetheart.” He shrugged as her sassiness.

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