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This is just an arrangement, everyone knows that... everyone except the public.

I'm looking through emails while I enjoy my morning coffee and breakfast before I leave for DEH when I hear the elevator announcing its arrival.

The familiar sound of heels clicking across the floor, coming closer and closer, the smell of too much perfume suddenly fills the air.

"Hey, Dinah." She wraps her arms around me, pressing her lips to the back of my neck.

"Tia." I reach back and grab her hand, pulling her around so she's beside me. "What are you doing here so early?"

She pouts, not a good look on her.

"I'm meeting Gia, remember."

"Here?"

"Yes, here, silly. I told you this. I want her to help me redecorate this place, and she's the best."

"What's wrong with the way it is?"

"I want it to have my touch, too. It's so manly here." She looks around with her nose turned up. "It's just too much of a bachelor pad."

"A bachelor lives here."

"I know." She continues to play with my hair. "But not for long. After we get married, I'll be moving in with you."

"There's nothing wrong with the way it is now. I like it how I have it."

"Ya know," She runs her fingers through my hair. "if you bought us a bigger place, a house on the Sound next to your parents, I could just remodel that instead of your precious bachelor pad. Then you wouldn't be so grumpy when I want to change things."

"This place is big enough for the two of us, I'm not buying a house."

"Well, what about when we have kids and start a family? "

"We've already talked about this; I don't want kids and I already have a family. We agreed to adopt, because that's as far as I'll go and you didn't want to fuck up your body, but not until much later. If you can't accept this, Tia, just let me know now and we can call this whole thing off."

"What? No, I just thought you might've changed your mind, is all. No need to get drastic, Dinah , this place is fine for now, I just want it to look like we both live here, not just you."

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