nine.
"I'm sorry," you say. "I really need to go."
He nods reluctantly and kisses your hand in farewell. "Then we'll have to rely on Lady Fate to reunite us," he says poetically. "Until we meet again."
You blush prettily and leave, too preoccupied with your own thoughts to hear a soft click of a shutter from somewhere around you as you head back home.
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