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Holt had spent about thirty minutes picking wildflowers he found in a field the other night on his run. He wanted to do something special to try and start to make up for how he treated her the other night at the party. He still couldn’t believe that was him... it wasn’t him really it was the wolf, but he should’ve had more control. Stupid stupid stupid Holt. He’d stopped by her cabin but her roommates had said she was at the lake. So he walked over to the lake and saw her sitting near the water. He took a deep breath and walked over to her.

“Hey do you mind if I sit?” he asked, attempted to hide the bouquet of flowers behind his back.

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No One Travels Like Gaston! | Gaston and Lottie

Gaston got up early the next morning and quickly made sure his bags were packed and that everything was set and ready for his departure. Once he was satisfied that everything was in order, he gathered his luggage and headed over to the inn where Lottie was staying. He got her room number from the inn keeper and made his way to her door. He tried not to seem too excited as he knocked on her door and waited impatiently for her to answer. What is taking her so long?! he thought to himself in the few minutes he waited for her in the hallway. He soon heard her footsteps at the door and heard the chink of the bolt sliding away. He leaned with one hand on the side of the door frame and plastered on a winning smile as she opened the door. "Good morning, Lottie!" he said cheerfully. "Ready to be on our way?"