"Hey," Grant greets me, sliding into his seat across from mine.
I started to sit with Grant and his friends -- whenever they show up -- a few days ago. I'm anchored down to one spot because of Grant, and I really couldn't thank him enough.
"Hi, again," I reply before attractively stuffing my mouth with food.
"So, back to our conversation."
"Yeah," I nod, "I want to repay you."
"With what?" Grant lets out a breathy laugh, "I don't particularly need or want anything."
"I'll surprise you."
"Just for helping you with a subject?"
"Look at it like it's the only time I will treat you to something."
Grant looks away, smiling.
"Agreed?" I ask, snatching one of his fries away.
He's still adorably smiling, and I realize how prominent his dimples are. Grant nods and says, "The only time, huh? It better be damn special."
"Trust me, sweetheart, I think you'll like it."
I just gotta think of something.
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I honestly can't handle the feels. Like I'm creating these two cuties, but I love them so much.
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