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"You have seven girls' numbers, man? You crazy?" Tommy sniggered. "Ray Mond and who else?" He smirked, stirring the pot.

"Excuse me?" Randy muttered, getting caught off guard. "Excuse me?" He repeated himself to put an emphasis but his voice came out high pitched, making the two Mandem boys around him laugh.

"Excuse me?" Tommy mimicked him, laughing as Randy rolled his eyes. "Shut up, man." He grumbled.

"He didn't deny it," Adam insinuated, chuckling as Tommy joined him in agreement. "He can't deny it. He knows it's true."

"Fuck off, you two. I'm leaving." Randy announced, failing to hide the smile on his face and the playful tone to his voice as he got inside his Lexus. 

"Awh, lover boy is going to his—" Randy didn't hear the rest of the sentence as he sped out of the gas station, laughing to himself.

As he neared the Little Seoul, a huge smile spread over his face. He bit is lip, looking at a smiling Ray Mond, standing in front of the cubby gate, waiting for him.

As soon as she spotted the Lexus of her beloved boyfriend, her grin widened and opening the door to his car, she slid in gracefully and happily. "Hi," She smiled, leaning towards him to give him a kiss.

Randy pulled back from the kiss, looking at her as he started driving again. "Someone looks good today," He grinned, winking at her.

"Someone sure does," She insinuated, biting her lip, chuckling. 

Both of them knew the reason for the extra happiness that they felt that day but neither mentioned it. Ray didn't feel like it was necessary and Randy didn't want to. Not yet, anyways.

"So, Ray Michelle Mond, how has your day been?" Ray quirked a brow at him. "Why the full name, Andy Pellet?" She sniggered as he gasped at her words.

"Andy Pellet!?" He called out. "Bruh, don't call me that. We ain't bringing that back."

Ray laughed out loud at his reaction. "Awh, is my poor baby kitten madge?" She cooed at him as he looked at her with a disgusted look. "Kitten?" He repeated in his thick British accent, making her laugh more. "Where are these coming from?"

"Why? You don't like it when I call you that, kitten?" She cooed at him again, chuckling at him cringing. "No, don't call me that, you little weed plant."

She looked at him, amused. "Weed plant? That's all you could come up with?" She laughed at him and his choice of words as he blushed slightly.

"What do you want me to call you?" He asked her. "You want me to call you my little grinder?" This time, he was the one cooing at her as she laughed, cringing to herself. "It fits." He shrugged. "You're always grinding weed."

"Yeah, you want me to grind you instead?" She raised a brow at him, giggling.

"Yeah," He replied in his signature sing- song voice. "of course, I do. You'd probably like that anyways, won't you, my little weed plant." She cringed again, hitting his arms playfully. "Stop!" 

He laughed at her reaction. "This is giving me 'my little pogchamp' and 'spitball' vibes and I don't like it." She whined at him.

"Oh god, no. Let's not go there." He retaliated, not liking her thought. "Yeah, let's not." She agreed, laughing.

"Alright, back to the grinding," He started as Ray rolled her eyes. "Of course you'd wanna go back there." She snickered.

"You can't tell me you don't like it," He smirked at her as she rolled her eyes yet again, smiling at his words involuntarily.