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“There is that,” Melinda agreed, and blew a kiss at Oliver, before she looked back to Roger. From what she knew of Oliver, he wasn’t scared to get physical or cuddly with most people, and from what she had hears, Roger was one of those people, so she couldn’t imagine him having all that many hang-ups about her going out with Roger like this. “Let’s see, shall we,” she murmured as she unfolded the parchment and Alicia set the bowl of dates away again.
“We are,” she started slowly until the words on the parchment caught up with her, and she laughed again as she handed the paper to Roger. “… making chocolates with Pierre Suchard and going to a champagne bar, courtesy of Sweet Nothings.” Of all the possible combinations of people and dates, she couldn’t help but love the fact that she had won one of her best friends and was going on the date she herself had thought up because she thought it sounded like fun.