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“All kinds,” she says, cli the door

She’s wearing a little crop top and cut-off shorts, with her hair pulled up in a ponytail and heart-shaped sunglasses on top of her head By Aida’s standards, this is fairly dressed up My curiosity is inflamed

I lean against the sill, annoyed that she’s not co with o for a late lunch together

“Can’t it wait?” I ask her

“No,” she says regretfully “Actually, I’ve got to get going”

I step back, letting her start the engine

“What’s the hurry?” I say

“No hurry See you tonight!” she calls, putting the car in reverse

Aida is fuckingwhen she won’t answer my questions

I can’t help thinking that she looks way too cute just to be running to the post office or whatever the fuck And what kind of errands could she possibly have that are time-sensitive?

And who ht?

Could it be Oliver Castle?

Could she be going to ht now?

I’ with jealousy

I know I should just talk to her when she coht, but I don’t want to wait until then