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Kirstie's POV

"Hey, Love," Avi smiles as I knock on their door. It's been a day without seeing each other, and we're failing miserably. Which, yes, I know it's sad.

"Hey, babe," I say, walking into their apartment. Kevin's not home because he went to work out, apparently.

"Why are you here?"

"Do I need a reason to see my boyfriend?" He sighs.

"Okay, what do you want to do?"

"Well, I did want something. But, I also wanted to see you."

"Aww," he says right before leaning in to sweetly kiss me.

"So, you've taken me on a date. I want to take you on one."

"Oh really? Do I get to know anything about this date?"

"Nope," I say, popping the P.

"Why not?" he whines.

"Because you never told me anything."

"But Kit."

"Avi, be ready by 6:30."

"Can't wait, doll."

And with that I exit his house, only to be greeted by Kevin coming out of his car. He's not even sweaty. I wish I could work out without getting sweaty.

Or doing anything.

"Hey, Kirst."

"Hello, Kev."

"What are you two up to?"

"I'm taking Avi on a date tonight," I smirk.

"Oh really? How long?"

"Well, we'll either stay the night together at someone's house, or 1-ish."

"Cool. Good to know."

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"Kit?" Avi asks from the other side of the door. I decided I would pick him up for a change, and I know where we're going.

"No, a serial killer coming for your pet dragon."

"Not Low D! And, give me like 2 minutes."

"That's what you named your dragon?"

"I combined the two things I love most... D stands for dragon.."

I sigh while smiling. This man.

He opens the door looking very amazing, I may say.

Avi is wearing his usual black pants, except he added a dark blue button up.

And, he left his hair down.

Which he knows I find extremely sexy.

Dammit, Kaplan. How will I keep from kissing him all night?

"You look absolutely stunning," he smiles, wrapping his arms around me. He leans in to give me a kiss on my nose, and I kiss his lips.

I simple opted for a white dress with royal blue designs on it. They're kind of like mandalas, except not really. Hard to describe.

"You look even better."

"Oh really? Wanna fight me on it?"

"I'll pass. We have a first destination to get to."

"Oh do we?"

"We do."

Both of us hop in my car, and hold hands all the way to a little cafe I know about. It's adorable, but really casual.

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