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“Will you draw irls?” I battedpunch to the shoulder

“Jesus Christ, dude You trying to knock me into next week?”

“Shit, sorry I’”

I rubbed my arm “Don’t worry about it One hell of a punch”

“Is that Jules?” He changed the subject so quickly my head snapped up Also because of the name in question

“Where?” I looked around for her horn-rimmed sweetness

“Right, there Hiding behind the shelves at the end of the row”

I ducked down and spotted her trying to look inconspicuous and at a vantage point where she absolutely had to have seen us

“We can see you, Frenchie”

She shot straight up, banged her head on the shelf, and her basket turound Down on all fours, she scrambled to pick up all her stuff and rubbed her head

I bridged the space between us and bent down, grabbing some of the books that had spilled out all over the floor

“Berk, what are you doing here?” She said it like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar

“Waterskiing How’s your head?” I curled e to rub her sore spot

She blew a strand of hair out of her face and rubbed the side of her head “Da the basket, she swung it back up into her arms

“They’ve been known to do that Hit and runs left and right in this place”