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She convinced herself to get the stupid swim suit because it was red and because it was a one piece. She could wear her skirt over and she wouldn’t feel so exposed. But she was regretting that decision now, wishing she had just stuck to her dresses. Looking up she noticed Flynn, his tone sincere and he didn’t call her Cupcake. Wanda looked down, and shook her head, “Can–can you just tie it back up.” She asked in almost a whisper.
Flynn instantly abandoned the idea when she asked to tie the back up again. Nodding once, his fingers fumbled with it a bit, but he was able to properly tie it up once more. “I don’t know how you did it in the first place, but... I hope that’s good?” He explained, but still took his shirt off and draped it over her. “Just in case someone tries pulling that kind of shit again. Now, I think you need a proper escort.” He commented, extending a hand. “Where to?”







