he sat facing her, the restaurant booths more comfortable than most, older than most too, judging from the threadbare base and long outdated color schemes. why was he thinking of these things at such a time? he chided himself.
hair falling over her blushing face, her eyes wandered around the diner. he watched her blink several times, knowing that she wasn't looking for the waitress, wasn't really looking at all. her lips moved slightly, a quiver, they way they do when you're about to speak but your mind acknowledges the imminent turn of events should you vocalize that thought, so you just take a deep breath instead.
"how long?" he broke the silence.
"2 weeks."
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