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Clutching at her stomach she devolved into a fit of giggles, pretending to wipe away a tear she shook her head. “Oh Jasper, you never cease to entertain.” Poking him in the ribs she knew that he was joking, that was what the two of them did, laughed and joked, him far more than her. “I would not break out into hives!” Smiling with the sincerity of a saint, you could almost imagine the halo glowing above her head.
Trying to disprove him, she looked away from his hand with a nonchalance that was rather unlike herself. It only lasted a few moments before she groaned and handed him her credit card. “This proves nothing.” She waved an accusatory finger in his face. “I just want my damn croissant.”
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“That’s what I was born to do, dear sister. To entertain.” He said giving a bow and wave of his hand. “Fine, not hives, but something of that sort. Maybe you combust as soon as you even even think of doing a bad deed.” He continued to smirk, as soon as she pretended not to hand him the money. He barely counted to ten did she hand him her credit card. “Wow, five seconds. Personal record.” He teased and handed it to the register. After paying, he guided her away from the line and walked her over to recently vacant table. “Why are you up again?” He asked her. “With your work, you don’t need to be up this early.”









