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Harper stared at the cat pee on her favourite Persian rug, scrunching her nose. She picked up Boba, placing him out on the balcony.
"Stop," she chastised as he looked at her with his big brown eyes. She knew he couldn't understand her but didn't care.
It had been two days since she saw Spencer, and she was starting to feel like herself again. She had made headway on her article, feeling the clear-mindedness she had dearly missed. She'd also stopped dodging Garcia's calls and given in to her friends' protective nature.
Five minutes after answering, Garcia appeared at her door with a box of cupcakes, and Harper laughed. Another five minutes later, she was fussing over Boba, exciting him to the point of soiling her lounge room.
Garcia was trying not to laugh as Harper returned from the balcony, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, I just love too hard. And you managed to find the cutest cat I've ever seen."
She sighed, smiling in pretend annoyance, "It's okay."
After she finished cleaning, she collapsed onto the couch next to Garcia, grabbing a cupcake.
"Okay so, are we going to discuss the elephant in the room?" Garcia asked.
Harper paused mid-bite, thinking she meant her dodging Garcia's calls for the last three weeks.
"Listen, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to worry you – I just needed some time alone and-"
Garcia cut her off mid-sentence, "Silence my dove. I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about you and my non-evil genius!"
Harper flushed, shaking her head with her eyes closed and groaning.
"Oh God."
"Morgan told me that you kissed, so don't even try to deny it my little romantic. Not that it mattered, everyone on God's green earth can see the way you two look at each other."
