Chapter 7

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Maeve and I still sat in the waiting room still with the woman who I yet to know the name of.

"Which novel by the English Quaker, Anna Sewell, is subtitled The Autobiography of a Horse?"

"Horse? Uh Horse. - Uh, uh, Sea Uh, Seabiscuit!"

"Black Beauty." Maeve repiled.

"Black Beauty."

"Yeah."

"Who was deputy leader of the Conservative Party from 1975 to '91?" The guy on the tv asked.

"I knew you weren't just a pretty face." She told Maeve.

"Thatcher's first Home Secretary."

"Hi, um.' I looked to see Otis.

I got up going over to him.

"Sorry, look, I'm looking for, uh Maeve, hi."

"Hey." I said.

I, uh I didn't know whether to come in or not. You didn't specify where to meet you."

"Uh why are we in an abortion clinic?" He looked around the room.

"Oh."

"I said 6:30." I told him.

"On time is late." Said Otis

"What the hell does that even mean?" Maeve asked.

"And why are you wearing a suit?" I asked.

"Uh - Casual Hamm?"

"Just leave, now. Just go." Maeve said.

"Okay. Yes, sorry. Leaving."

"Text me when you are done." I told Maeve.

She nodded as I pulled Otis out.

"What the bloody hell was that?" I pushed him.

"What was what?"

"Why else were we in an abortion clinic? And the suit! What did you think this was?" I asked I hit his chest.

"A date!" I stopped.

"A date?!"

"When you ask someone to meet you somewhere, I'd think anyone would consider it a date." Otis told me.

I crossed my arms rolling my eyes.

"I thought we already went on a date." I said as he looked up.

"What?"

"Yeah, when you met me at the park and then we went to the lake." I said.

"A date? I didn't think of it as a date. But if you did than yes it was a date, I haven't been on one.'

I gripped his blazers collar, before pulling him into a kiss.

He quickly kissed back gripping my waist.

I pulled away before chuckling at his face.

"Come on." I held out my hand.

He took it as we made our way down the steps.

"She's having an abortion, isn't she?" I glared at the woman.

"Scumbags, I hope you get raped!" Two girls on a bike said.

They threw something as I quickly hid behind Otis to avoid being hit.

"Ugh!"

"What the hell?" Otis asked as I stepped out.

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