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𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽
It was nearly 35 minutes since Salomé's family all turned in for the night and she laid there in her bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling, counting the minutes going by slowly. The whole house silent except from the faint snoring coming from her Aunt & Uncle's room. Salomé felt now was the time to sneak downstairs. Salomé carefully got out of her bed, she quickly put on her and slippers. Salomé went over to the corner of her room and grabbed the plate of food she had successfully kept warm enough for Tommy. Salomé tip-toed down the stairs hoping it didn't creaked like it usually did.
Salomé was successful in getting tea for Tommy as well, her stealth mission was going successfully so far having getting everything she needed for Tommy's stay.
Salomé quickly walked over to Mr. DuBois house, praying her uncle was not awake. Carefully entering the house, making sure the door that had became weak wouldn't any loud noises.
"Tommy I'm back." Salomé said as she walked into the dimly lit tea room. Salomé saw Tommy was able to get a fire going in the fireplace. "Good job on the fire." Salomé said making Tommy turn around and face her. Tommy didn't say anything and just sat down on the small couch. "You go on ahead and eat, I'll be setting up the bed for you." Salomé said as she sat the tray of food in front of Tommy. "No need." Tommy said but Salomé steady ignored him and wandered off to the bedroom.
Tommy shook his head at the stubbornness from Salomé. A small smile on his lips as was reminded how his Aunt Polly was just as stubborn; maybe even more stubborn than Salomé.
When Salomé came back from setting up the bed, she looked down at the coffee table to see a untouched plate of food.
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"Not hungry much?" Tommy stared up at her, she felt her breath hitch a little. Those damn eyes of his could do wonders on her. Salomé wondered why whenever Tommy looked at her as of lately she always felt her face heating up "No, not hungry at all." They both stood in that room in silence, an awkward silence with Salomé being more so awkward than Tommy.
