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          humming to herself, alison takes a look at the watch on her wrist. “how open are you to buying something new? there’s a few clothing stores near where we’re going. if not, we can turn back to your place and hope we’re still fashionably late.” 

          he looked pale, though, and she wouldn’t be surprised if he felt lightheaded. swallowing thickly, alison had to fight back against her own nausea, and she seemed to have successfully does so by distracting herself with the first aid kit. and after a long stretch of focused silence, she eventually works up the courage to ask, “what happened?” 

          maybe, if this was some other day when she wasn’t so tired from work and school, she would have found this scenario hilarious. indeed, maybe this would be hilarious to her in a few months when she could appreciate the humor and ridiculousness of the situation. but as lyle gathered his belongs with his hand outstretched, leah merely scowled as she threw her book bag in his general direction. “fuck off. as if i’m paying you when you’re the one who fucked up. take the loss, i don’t owe you anything.” 

          “no, it’s suppose to rain! i can’t leave the poor thing out to get soaked in the rain! it’s gonna get all gross and moldy, and then no one will want it.” 

          in seeing the egg in raum’s hand, leah points to it. “it didn’t break all the way yet. i guess i didn’t throw it hard enough. there’s pretty stuff inside if you crack it!” 

          “they said saturday morning. so i’m hoping it’ll actually be saturday morning, so we can get everything done before it gets too late.” with two hands, she lifts a warm cup of tea to her lips for a sip, a momentary pause in their conversation to allow her to think on connor’s question. “i think that’s it? i kind of want to do some repainting, but that can be for another day. i haven’t quite decided on a color scheme yet.” she gives connor a sweet smile then, her head tilting slightly with the gesture. “i’ll treat you to something nice as a thank you. it’s the least i can do, hm?” 

          still, marcelo’s coldness and distance didn’t deter her from frequently dragging him around on her days off, and as she opened the door for him upon being notified of his arrival, her excitement was quite clear. “good morning!” she chirped, leah surprisingly peppy for this hour of the day. “you ready to be my photographer?” her tone was playful, but anyone who spent a consider time with leah would know she was only partially joking. “do you think we’ll be able to get to the farmers market before they start packing up? i forgot i wanted to look at the flowers!”