{eight}

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Everyday after work, you went to visit Jack. And progressively, he was getting back to his normal, happy self. He would want to go out of his house a lot more.
Today, he planned to meet you at a coffee shop just next door to Blooms.
"Hey, are you almost here?" Jack asked down the phone.
"Yeah, I had to get some money from home. I'll be one minute."
You hung up and started to speed up. Jack was stood outside the door, leaning against the window. He saw your approach and opened his arms.
"How are you?" Jack asked first.
"I'm..great! And yourself?"
"Never been better," he smiled lightly.
You both released from the hug and headed inside. A waitress lead you to a booth in the back corner.
"So why did you go home?" Jack asked, having previously forgotten your conversation from two minutes ago.
"I had to get some money."
"Why?"
"To buy coffee, doofus!" You giggled.
"I've got ya!" He winked and stood up. As he started walking away, you called out.
"Large (y/f/hd)!" And smiled. Jack didn't turn around but he shook his head.
He returned back with two drinks and two cakes. You blushed.
Instead of talking, the calming silence between you and Jack was filled with a longing gaze across the table. A few nervous giggles and smiles were passed back and forth.
Before you knew it, your cakes were finished as your coffee cups were empty.
"Shall we get going? Go for a walk maybe?" Jack suggested.
"Sounds good to me!"
Jack stood up before you and held his arm out for you to link with. A short walk away from the café, the park was empty but was still full of colour and noise. Nature was calling..
"I love nature!" Jack yelled as you walked through the gate.
There was another silence between Jack and you as he walked you to the furthest bench on the promenade.
"Can we sit?" He asked.
You didn't say anything, you sat beside him.
Jack was staring straight ahead into the lake. You, however, admired him. He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to you.
Jack started to open his mouth to talk with lustful eyes...

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