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clementine

He fucking waited for me. I don't know if I should be charmed or embarrassed. I look like a raccoon and this Adonis is waiting on me? "Luke, you really don't have to." I shift my weight onto my other foot, my hands starting to get clammy.

"No, I insist. Don't like the thought of you walking by yourself at midnight." Chivalrous. He shakes head and gives me a smile. "If that's alright with you,"

I stare at him, absolutely lost for words. Do people still do that? Making sure the other person doesn't have to walk alone at midnight. I thought that died two decades ago. "I... uh,"

He awkwardly clears his throat and scratches his stubble. "I mean, you don't have to say yes. Don't feel like you have to. I could go, if you want, but if you want, I could... stay and walk you back to your studio," He purses his lips, eyes darting between my own and whatever was behind me. "That is, if you -"

"If I want?" I interrupt with a laugh and he joins in. "Sure, I'd want that." I watch as he hides back a smile and I can't help but adore his small expressions of joy.

He nods. "Cool, cool. Should we?" He points towards the exit and I nod.

I follow him outside the cafe and start walking back to the studio. We walk beside each other, silence standing between as we don't know what to talk about. What am I supposed to say? I'd never been in this situation and I never knew I'd be here so soon, or at all for that matter.

I clear my throat and decided to take a go at it. "So, what are you guys recording right now?" I ask and he turns his head to me.

He shrugs. "Oh, just, uh, a new song." He nods and hums a tune I didn't recognise. "It's called 'Not In The Same Way'. Currently, it's my favourite track, even though it's not finished yet."

"What's it about? If you don't mind me asking," I keep my eyes on the pavement, noticing how my boots were starting to wear off, its laces becoming more black than maroon.

He shakes his head and chuckles. "Not at all, just as long as you swear to not tell anyone," He points at me and grins.

Nodding, I put a hand over my heart. "I swear,"

He holds out his pinky and narrows his eyes at me. "Pinky promise that you won't,"

I cock a brow. "Oh, so this is a serious matter?" I joke.

"You know it is when it comes to the pinky swear, Clementine," He says and I almost swoon at the way he said my name. Suddenly, I liked it. "Come on,"

I wound my pinky around his. "I promise never to tell -"

"Until the album comes out," He interrupts and I nod.

"I promise never to tell anything about any songs you write or talk to me about, until the album comes out." I notice that his hand is way bigger than mine and how easily his could wrap around mine. For a second, I hoped he would, but it was ridiculous. "I swear with my heart,"

"And soul," He adds jokingly.

"And my lungs," I continue.

"And liver,"

"And kidney,"

"How about the other kidney?" He asks.

"No, not that one." I shake my head. "I will depend on not swearing on that kidney just in case my life is threatened for the sake of knowing something about the album,"

He contemplates on it for a second and nods. "Okay, understandable. Can you make that an official pinky promise? Can you state that officially?"

"No problem," I clear my throat and pretend I'm about to state something serious. "I, Clementine -"