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[oomfies]

wouldnt YOU like to know

[ Um, actually, yes! That's why he asked, Lottie! ]

you'll find out when you come pick it up

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Yes?
I have to come and get it even though it's for my window?

[oomfies]

yes?
i mean, do you want me to come to you? Lol

i can mail it if you rlyy want

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There's a first time for everything

Are you busy is that why you want me to come to you?

[oomfies]

rude af!!!
suing you for slander

&sorta

[ (No.) ]

your car is just faster ☺️

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Right
Aren't you worried that I'll put whatever it is in the wrong spot?

[ He knows your ways, Lottie. ]

[oomfies]

[ Of course she is, he's a boy. That's why— ]

obvi i'm gonna be there to place it myself

😊

i already have it pictured in my mind
it'll look AMAZING!

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Why am I going to you if you're just coming here after?

[oomfies]

u think i'm talking about your place??

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[ Wait a minute. Please hold as he scrolls up into the text history. ]

Yes??
You said you had something for me.

[oomfies]

cute

lol

if you want me to come over just say so

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[ What is happening. ]

Didn't you say it was going in my window?

[oomfies]

ummmmmm

what ELSE has windows dummy

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[ Give him strength. ]

Why didn't you just say it was for my car?

[oomfies]

it's a SURPRISE lol

what part of surprise don't you understand??

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Telling me that it's for my car isn't ruining the surprise.

[ Except the minute he types it out he stares at his reply before immediately deleting it with the deepest, world weary sigh. ]

So I'm still coming over to get my surprise then?

[oomfies]

[ He is definitely right, but a surprise to Lottie is a surprise. Her even divulging this much is against her wishes but he's nosy— she gets it. ]

ofc! <3
what's your eta?

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An hour. Depends how bad traffic is.
Does that work for you?

[oomfies]

yessss

text me when you're outside!
i'll come down and meet you

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[ It seems a little excessive to him to offer back an Sure, but he does so anyway before setting of.

And true to his word he arrives within an hour making good time because of how little traffic there is (and because he might have driven a little faster than the posted speed limit as per usual). ]

I'm here.

[oomfies]

[ Lottie is true to her word when she says she'll be out there, even if it's five minutes later than she promised. Why? She's trying to walk as carefully as she can with two cups of coffee in hand from her front door, a pretty (as pretty the selection can be here, is) bag tucked in her elbow. ]

Excited much?

[ Not as much as she is, buzzing to give him his gift. She takes a sip of one cup (iced, cold with condensation), lets the other warm her hand, untouched. ]

You're here early.

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[ The coffee is eyed with a bit of a curious glance. And perhaps some amount of surprise too. ]

Traffic wasn't that bad.

[ There's no point in not acknowledging the coffee. It is right there. ]

I'm guessing this isn't the surprise.

[oomfies]

[ He could definitely acknowledge it. She's actually kind of peeved he hadn't already but that's fine— Cassian is allowed to play demure and mindful, so she shakes the cup. ]

I was craving some coffee and figured I'd get you something, out of the kindness of my heart.

[ She smiles, all sparkly, as she adjusts some things to hand it over. Watching (with those big old eyes) him to see his reaction, if she got the kind of caf he'd like right. ]

The surprise is actually in the bag. Needed something to hide it from you.

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Lucky me.

[ And though his tone remains as dry as ever the smile he gives her doesn't match. Nor is it the typical ghost of a smile that he's so used to giving like the effort is simply too much for someone as tired as he is. Rather, there's warmth there. Nothing quite as sparkly as hers, of course, but warm nonetheless as he reaches for the warm cup, relishing the warmth that begins to seep into his skin.

How he takes his caf isn't technically that difficult to guess if you look at him: black, no sugar. So often it's the easiest and simplest thin to prepare when you have little time. From across the rim of his cup the corners of his eyes crinkle teasingly. ]

A surprise and caf? What's the occasion?

[oomfies]

Do I need one?

[ She was totally fretting about actually needing a reason, but Lottie decided to try and not worry too much. Which— is kind of hard for someone as antsy as herself but it gets easier, seeing his reaction. The dry but warm way he speaks, familiar enough that she's relaxing already (his smile, too— accomplishment soars through her).

Happy she's played it cool, happy he's enjoying the very dark, very black, coffee. From across the rim of her own cup, she raises her brows playfully. ]

I can go back upstairs if you want me to find one.