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Giselle had no trace of humor on her face. She wasn’t going to talk about this with a complete stranger. “I should go.”

“You should go? Why?” Noah’s face flattened. “Was that too personal of a question? I apologize.”

“Trust me, you don’t want that.” It was Giselle’s first instinct to warn him about how he’d have to life paycheck to paycheck, having to depend on others to provide food for his family and keeping them happy. Then Noah would have a daughter and she’d be forced to do what Giselle does.

“No? And why is that?” he asked curiously. “After all the great skills you’ve received, I’m sure it can’t be that bad. Besides, You seemed to turn out alright.”

She looked at him, smile and all and couldn’t help but roll her eyes again. He reeked of charm. “It makes your hands more agile in every sense. You handle things with care, you’re precise and you use force when needed.”

#c: giselle #:\\\ i kinda am too smh

“Hm,” he raised his brow. “Sounds interesting. Well, I’m glad you know all these helpful skills. Maybe I should own a car repair shop.”

“My dad owns a car repair shop. I know more than you could ever imagine,” she said absentmindedly though she was not used to sharing anything about her parents or even her home life. “Sucks for you. It truly is a survival skill.”

#c: giselle #tbfh he always does shit like this

“Oh, well I guess props to you for being able to put in your own interior. It’s still very impressing and convenient that you dad owns a repair shop,” he smiled. “Learning to put in my own interior is a survival skill? Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“What, because I’m a girl I can’t automatically know how to put on interiors?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I don’t need anything from you – not interiors and not your help with them.”

#c: giselle #are u fckn kidding me??????? I can't stand him! l

“That’s not what I was saying. I was just stating that it’s a pretty hard thing to do. Don’t you have to take out the whole seat? I wouldn’t even know how to do it myself,” he explained as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Future references? Don’t touch my car – that’s a privilege not even my boyfriend has. And try not to sound so salty. It’s not his fault the good merch gets taken off the shelves fast.”

“So who’s going to put the new interior in your car? You? If you did, I’d be quite impressed. Me? Sound salty? I’m fine. Maybe you just want me to sound salty.”

“Gray, actually. Wait, why are you asking this?”

“Just asking for future references. But, I’m assuming your boyfriend has this all covered for you, right?”

A 1965 Mustang convertible.

“Got it. And what color interior? Black?”

“I’m an easy to please kind of girl – most of the time.”

“What kind of car do you have?”

All I want for Christmas is leather interiors for my baby.

“That’s it? Just leather interior?”

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“Hence the purpose of the date, so I can get to know you well enough.” She countered, “I like all kinds of food, but I’ve been craving a Italian for quite some time now. When will this date take place?”

“What’s the point in getting to know someone, though?” he asked with a more serious tone to his voice. “Italian just so happens to be my favorite, so what a coincidence. Well, when are you free to spend a stupid amount of time with me?”

#c: olivia

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“I think you should take me out on a date.” She smirked, “You don’t know me well enough to be making those percentages.”