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“What if I wasn’t moaning anything sexy though?”

“Well hearing you moan things in Spanish is hot anyway.”

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“My life is essentially over.”

“Doubtful.”

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“Shit. Have I got long left?”

“You know game only worsens with age, so it’s all downhill for life.”

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“I can’t moan your name in Spanish. Your name remains the same.”

“I like Italian, and French, though hearing you mean my name in Spanish is hot.”

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"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” She muttered before scooting back more and pressing a few buttons on her control. She picked a television show. Comedy of course because she didn’t need anything too heavy. A cartoon because who didn’t love cartoons with adult humour. “So...making out with me doesn’t cause you a little stress?”

“Fun as it sounds, I’d probably be the one needing to shield my eyes,” said Ryan, leaning against Becca a bit as she turned her head to look at the screen. “And like I said, your pick. Wouldn’t want to cause me unnecessary stress.” 

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“Didn’t quite realise my game had got so weak.”

“You’ll have to do better than that if you’re trying to impress me.”

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“Spanish. I speak Spanish, not Italian.”

“Devi dare tutto per rendere la vita bella come il sogno che danzano nella vostra immaginazione." “You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.”

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“I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be here. Being how late it is but figured being out on a Wednesday night wasn’t such a bad idea.. What do you think?”

“Being out any night is a good idea.”

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“So you’re bothered by extra business just because they might have a love for photography?”

“I’m not sure if I want people who decide where they’re going to eat by Instagram, eating in my restaurant. If they’re hungry, the dumpster’s out back.”

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“See yourself as sweet.”

“T-to w-wh-what?”

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Camila: Ten adult points for Camila.

Becca: You go, Glen Coco.

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“Yeah you could get arrested for that shit. Maybe they could give you a free eye-test in prison though because I'm clearly in my twenties.”

“I don’t have time to play games with children.”

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“I’m Harry fucking Potter and Voldemort got to them so stop assuming I have some kind of fantasy about you being a drug dealer which I never even mentioned and go take some supplements that help you gain a sense of humour, okay?”

“Do you not have parents? Being a drug lord isn’t a real career and I’m not going to play up this fantasy you have.”

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“Boil them?”

“I don’t cook drugs, sweetie.”

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“But you asked me if there was a problem.”

The blonde laughed. “I don’t see how that’s a problem for me.”

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“I actually didn’t I genuinely just came out on a trip to find a flower for a gnome.” She paused for a few seconds. “If you ever need any minor work on a car or anything, pop by Rusty’s and I’ll hope to reward you with a similarly good service.”

Sage needed a good laugh, even if she barely did much of it, and was grateful enough that Becca kept up with it. “No problem at all. Did you need anything else that wasn’t for the little guy?”