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“Jesus” He’s on my heels as I open the door and walk to the elevator “What the hell did I say wrong now?”

“Nothing” I punch the button and cross ht ahead at our reflection in the steel He’s so ht noould land on his chest I let out a breath and step inside once the doors open Once inside, I push the lobby button and cross ain

“Misty” He sighs

“It’s fine Just drop it”

He does We walk to the other side of the street and start to jog in silence A to pass out at anywith him

“You sure you don’t want to do another round?” he asks, cool as a cucu point

“Positive”

“I think you can do it if you push”

“I have no interest”

“We keep doing half anow”

“Nope” I start walking toward the entrance of the park “Knock yourself out though”

He doesn’t say anything, but I hear hih

“You’re impossible, you know?” he says when he reaches me

“I’ve heard that once or twice”

“Do you want to grab breakfast?”

“No, thank you” I keep rateful

“Not even for your article?”

I let out a long breath The daet done in order to graduate? The one his roan

“You did start the article, right?” he asks as we’re crossing the street

“Yep” I have two sentences written, so that’s a start

“When is it due?”

“A week”

“One week?” he asks “When can I read it?”

“When it’s published” If it’s published

“Are you dedicating it to anyone?”

“Huh?” I frown, glancing at e fronore it and look at Mitchell “What are you talking about?”

“The article You know you can dedicate it to someone”

“Why in the world? It’s not a book”