the nineteenth day;

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anything in italics is fawn
when she's on the phone
to someone

anything in bold is anyone
else when they are on the
phone.

anything underlined is
a third party in the background
when fawn is on the phone
to someone.

[lower case is intended.]

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THE NINETEENTH DAY

nero, i literally saw you yesterday.

okay, and? meet with me.

don't you get bored of seeing me?

never. someone would have to be stupid to get bored of seeing you, fawn.

that was sweet. really sweet, actually.

sweet enough to get you to meet with me?

yeah yeah, sure. name a time and a place.

now. apple jack's. they do coffee, right?

yup, and the best apple crumble in the whole of the county.

guess i'm having apple crumble and coffee for breakfast then.

breakfast?

yeah.

nero...

what?

it's 2:00 p.m

i know. and im hungry, so get in fiona and meet me at apple jacks asap.

okay, i'll see you soon.

see you soon, baby.

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I ARRIVE AT Apple Jack's as quickly as I can without breaking any driving laws, and find Nero sitting in the booth we sat last time. He already has two apple crumbles and some coffees, making my heart melt at the sweetness this boy has to offer.

He perks up when he sees me, sitting upright and giving me a smile longer than the equator. "If it isn't little miss sunshine," he chuckles, watching as I slide into the booth opposite him.

"How's your head?" I prod, watching as he gives a tentative wince before touching one of his temples.

"It's sore," admitting the truth seems easy to him, but he gives a kilowatt smile in true Nero fashion straight after. "I mean, I woke up and struggled to open my eyes for a good ten minutes."

I chortle slightly, grabbing my spoon and dig into the crumble with great haste. "I'll give you the money for my coffee and crumble —" he's shaking his head before I can even finish my sentence, which has him frowning.

"Nope. What type of guy would I be if I make you pay for your food on a date?" He raises an eyebrow at me, his cheeks flushed with a hot rose gold. He's grinning widely though, despite his hangover.

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