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we pulled up to a tall brick building. "this isn't skyzone..." millie said, trailing off.

"you're right," i said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the building. "it's even better."

"so," she said, leaning against the bricks. "what's inside?" she said, knocking on it.

"you love musicals, the 80's, and bands, right?" i said, hesitantly.

"slightly creepy how you knew that, but yes." she said, swinging her arms along her side.

"you'll love this," i said, creaking open the door. millie could see the blaring lights and music.

"what did you put together?" millie said, entering the room that played broadway music and had colorful posters lining each wall.

"i don't know, i just wanted to do something special for you." i shrugged, smiling widely. "something special for a special girl."

"wow, okay." millie said, her eyes getting a tad watery. i couldn't tell if it were joy or sadness.

"you don't hate it do you?" i asked, dropping my voice a bit lower than the tone i'd used before.

"no, finn. it's amazing!" she said, flopping down onto a beanbag chair that coveted space on the wood floor.

"this place," i motioned around the room. "it's yours." i threw her a chain of metal keys that'd unlock a door.

"where is this place? send me directions?" she asked, leaving a quick kiss against my lips.

"of course," i paused. "always."

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