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April Ross ([personal profile] seas_open) wrote 2014-11-03 04:34 pm (UTC)

"I know he likes me," she answers, stretching her legs out across Les' lap, resting her injured ankle against his thigh. This is comfortable, sitting on her couch with him, the both of them with a hot mug of coffee and she tips her head against the cushion, smiling at him. She really likes him and that's not a sudden realization, she's known it for a long time now, but she is realizing that maybe she can do this. Maybe she can be this person even if perhaps they're not quite as traditional as some others.

"And I know he likes you, too," she continues, lifting her mug to take a sip of her coffee as she watches Les over the rim, waiting for a reaction from him. "Maybe not as much as he likes me, but he definitely does like you," she adds in a teasing voice, nudging Les gently with the toes of her good foot.

"We talked about it a little bit last night," she says. "About the fact that he likes us both and dinner."

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