Day 9

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Day 9/?

On the ninth day, Luke asked if I would like to go to the food court with him.

I think it's because his boss is getting tired of me spending all my time in the store and not buying anything, but I agreed anyway.

While we're walking, Luke tried to hold my hand.

I pulled away.

"Your hands are cold." His eyebrows furrowed together, maybe in worry, maybe in surprise.

"Like my heart." 

I was staring ahead rather solemnly, which may have been what prompted Luke to burst into hysterical laughter. 

The heat rose to my cheeks.

"Hey! Stop laughing!" I elbowed him. "I'm trying to be serious!" But then, I started laughing too. 

It felt strange, foreign. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so... lighthearted.

Luke looked down at me and grinned. 

"Hey, I'm sorry. Drinks on me, okay?"

"They better be," I grumbled, half because I was annoyed and half because I didn't have any money on me. 

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