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âIâm sure it wasnât,â he said as he sat down, a curl in his lips and Levi offered her a small smile. âThere was possibly a gust of wind that pushed you into my drink, itâs fine. All is forgiven.â Making his way further into the room, he had a look around before he picked a spot and placed his bag to the ground, with him getting comfortable in a chair. âYou made a joke,â Levi said, pausing for a moment then offering a small laugh. âFunny. Iâm starting to like you.â
âYou and I clearly remember it differently,â she countered, raising an eyebrow. But Clarke shook her head, raising a hand before she added quickly after, âI donât actually uh, mind, really. Like, I wasnât that upset.â Annoyed a little, but mostly just startled. Her smile grew, and she turned her phone on her knees as she said, with a bow of her head, âSometimes when I manage to not stutter through my sentences, I make jokes.â









