"hi will."
"yay! the first time you weren't mad for me being here."
"never mind. bye."
walks past will towards bike.
"don't leave me!"
"there's only one bike. two people. bye."
"i'll ride."
"where will i be?"
"sitting on the seat."
"where will you be?"
"standing on the petals."
"erm... okay."
walks towards the bicycle letting will stand on petals. andrea sits on the seat as he petals fast towards her house.
"why didn't you bring your car?"
"it's such a nice weather today, don't you think?"
"don't change the subject."
"very sunny, but with the right kind of breeze."
"i hate you."
"i love you too."
takes her home, a smile on her face, with her arms wrapped tightly around him.
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