"Yeah, he might not eat as often as we do. He's all magical and junk." Brend hadn't been paying very close attention to the words coming out of Maison's mouth, instead, he'd stared more at his perfect lower lip. He pulled out his phone and sent a text, letting Maison know he'd had a good time and if he wanted to do something, he was game.
"Aaaand I'll never hear from him again, because I have the romantic luck of a squirrel."
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