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“It’ll be wool next week!” Flossie humoured, laughing loudly. “I do–I do need a fan. Right now–An electric one if you have it.” Flossie joked; trying to keep up the banter with the bartender. “–Oh god.” She held her hand over her face. “You are honestly making me blush now Joe–Stop.” She laughed softly, pushing his shoulder.
“Oh a nice sweater! I should be so lucky. Just thinking about that impressive knit style.” Joseph declared dramatically before smiling brightly at her. “I can’t just pull a fan out of nowhere. If you’re really struggling...” He leant over and picked up one of the cocktail menu and fanned her with it. “I’ll only stop if you really want me to stop. Because all I see is you smiling and laughing.”















