Weaver of Shadows
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“…ok. Are there any places in specific?”
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She beamed at him again. “Thank you.”
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“We can cook, we can clean, we can do anything.”
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“We need a place to stay and food to eat. We thought this would be a good place, as it has both.”
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Helda stood and walked over. “Are you the owner?”
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She smiled again, this a more true smile. “No need for that, I was only joking.” She hit him with her handbag. “You obviously need training.”
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“Um, yes please.”
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Helda scooted away from him, face bright red. “No, no, sorry.”
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She smiled weakly at him. “You know, usually it isn’t considered polite to curse in front of a lady.”
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She did too. A cough sounded from behind them. Helda turned and yelped as she saw the bartender there.
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“I…I don’t know. I’m making you embarrassed.”
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“Sorry,” she said, using her hand away.
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She smiled and ran a hand lightly down his chest. “I am.”
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“In what regards? I feel perfect like this.”
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She scooted closer to him, trying to get as close as she could. She waited an arm around him and rested her head on his chest. “Me too,” she said softly.
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“I’m not sure why that is. I think I feel the same from you though. I hope it means we should stay together.”
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“Is what, sorry?”
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“No, of course not.”
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“Oh, that makes more sense. She leaned in a little more.”
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“It’s nothing. Just, you said earlier you weren’t ready for this, what did you mean?”
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“Better than alright,” she said. “I’m just…a little confused, but it’s ok.”
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She grew even more confused, but smiled again and leaned against him.
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She smiled at him. “Thank you too.”
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She looked at him, confused but appreciative. “I don’t know what I did.”
