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Blaire called me today asking if I wanted to go get coffee with her. I obviously said yes since it been a few weeks since I've seen her.
I am now on the way to the café she requested we go to.
After about a 15 minute drive, I finally arrive at the café.
I find a parking spot that's near the coffee shop, I find one that isn't to much a walk from the shop.
I get out and make my way to the small corner store, opening the door and a little bell above me rings.
looking around, I soon spot Blaire's dark long locks.
walking up to her and give her a a small greeting before sitting across from her.
The waiter come up to me asked what I would like, i quickly give her my order.
A few minutes later the same waiter comes out with my drink, I give her a small thank you.
Me and Blaire talk and check up about anything and everything we missed.
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I give Blaire a big hug before making my way back to my car.
The sun a started to set, I cringe at how long me and Blaire set at that table and talked for hours!
We had a lot to catch up on.
I make it to my safely, making sure to lock my car as soon as I close the door and start the car and make it back to the house.
I soon arrive at the gates, the guards know that I don't the special ID, but Enzo made sure I'm the only exception.
pulling in the driveway, I park my car, and get out, I jog up the stairs and open the front door.
After shutting the door behind me, I shuffle my coast off, and set my keys down on the table next to the door.
I shout a small hello, I hear some shuffling from the kitchen, walking into the kitchen to see Enzo making dinner and his AirPods in dancing.
I bust out laughing. Enzo immediately turns around.
He takes one AirPods out and looks me curiously.
"What?" He ask almost innocently.
"You're dancing! The Lorenzo is dancing." I burst out laughing again.
He soon joins my laughter.
He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning into my ear.
"What, are you jealous I'm a better dancer than you?" He smirks.
"You? A better dancer than me! No way Mr, I'm the beat dancer!" I giggled back.
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