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"you have a dog?!"

"yes-"

"how could you not tell me this?!"

"you never asked!"

"well...you should have said anyway!"

"girl what-"

"lemme see a picture"

another quiet late night in the cafe. it's how i've been spending almost all my nights for the past month now.

i took out my phone and unlocked it.

"here"

"oh my- your dogs so cute what the hell!"

"he's called wilbur. and yes he is"

"i wanna meet himmm"

"maybe"

"not maybe. definitely"

i pursed my lips.

"ugh you're mean"

i smiled but didn't respond.

"who's that?"

"who?"

"the girl on your lock screen"

"oh that's my sister"

"ah. she's very pretty"

"nah"

"i swear-"

"i'm kidding i'm kidding"

fleur rolled her eyes at me before sipping her coffee.

"you have a pet?"

"oh no. i wanted a cat but my boyfriend has allergies"

"that's annoying"

"yeah. but, i'll just get one anyways"

i tried to hide my laughter.

"hm yeah let's see who's laughing when my seventy cats attack your house"

"you're gonna be one of those old cat ladies!"

fleur pouted as i laughed at her adorable expression and attempt at being threatening.

"i'd love to see that happen"

"just you wait"

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