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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 12:02:03 GMT -5
She laughed, bumping her foot against his under the table. "I'm terrible, I know." The food arrived and they ate and laughed and talked.
It was really like any of the other dozen times they gone to Tibby's together. But there was something, a kind of anticipation in the air, that was different.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 12:14:54 GMT -5
Once he had paid for their food, he held his hand out for her, a small smile on his face.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 12:17:53 GMT -5
She smile back at him, biting her lip, and took his hand. "Thanks for dinner, Mike."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 12:29:06 GMT -5
"Welcome," he said softly as he led her out of the restaurant. "I, uh, thought maybe we could take a walk through Central Park? I think they strung up some Christmas lights this morning."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 12:34:27 GMT -5
She beamed up at him. "Did they? Oh, I love this time of year! It's my favorite."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 12:49:47 GMT -5
"Yeah, the city is beautiful at Christmas time," he said, holding her hand tightly as they headed toward the park. "I love the huge tree they put up."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 12:51:02 GMT -5
She nodded. "I can't wait until Christmas." She flashed him a smile. "I know what I'm getting you already."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 12:53:51 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow down at her, shaking his head. "But you don't have to get me anything!" he insisted.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 12:56:20 GMT -5
She lifted a shoulder. "I know. But I'm going to anyway." She smiled up at him softly, then let out a pleased little gasp as they reached the park, looking up at the twinkling lights in the trees.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 12:58:49 GMT -5
He smiled to himself as he watched her gaze around. This was definitely a good idea. He looked up at the lights, too, then noticed the sky. "Hmm, looks like snow..."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:00:12 GMT -5
She nodded. "The paper said they expected snow by Thanksgiving." She pulled herself close against him. "A white Christmas would be nice."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:04:02 GMT -5
"Have you always lived in New York?" he asked, letting go of her hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:05:48 GMT -5
She shook her head, sliding her arm around his waist. "No, I'm from Boston. I haven't even been here a year yet."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 13:08:53 GMT -5
"Boston, huh? You should be used to having a white Christmas, then," he pointed out, squeezing her shoulders slightly.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 13:12:38 GMT -5
She smiled and nodded, sighing a little as she squeezed her shoulders. "That feels nice."
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