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Gael Cardenas (shorething) wrote in heureuxlake,

Sefie did look comfy, with her blanket nestled around her, and Gael smiled, thinking back to when they'd both been so much smaller, curling up under blankets in the living room, exhausted after a day of swimming. "Nothing wrong with that," he assured. "And I won't tell Mama you were sleeping during the day if you don't tell her I took a slightly longer lunch." Because Gael was still planning to go for that swim, if only to get some of his restless energy out. He just wanted to talk to Sefie first.

Teeth catching briefly on his lower lip, Gael tried to work out how he might describe Eric, in case Sefie knew him by sight. While he might've at least tried it after their first conversation, now it felt off. Besides, Gael didn't even know what Sefie's taste in men was like, maybe she wouldn't have noticed Eric even had he been stood right in front of her. (It seemed unlikely, sure, but stranger things had happened.) "He's a paramedic," he offered, but he had no idea how many paramedics a community the size of Tarrytown might have. Lifting a hand to shield the suddenly-warm back of his neck from the sun, Gael exhaled. "Definitely good distracted." He paused again, then decided he'd just have to blurt it out after all. "Actually, 'I offered to cook him dinner' distracted..."