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Luke.

"common love, well be late." I yelled into thin air for the fourth time, fore some reason she craved food from a restaurant and decided we had lunch out, yet an hour passed by and she still was not ready, I heard stories about women who took longer hours to get dressed I never knew I was going to experience it first hand and now that I had experienced it I was not so certain I was ever getting used to it.

I eyed her curiously as she walked up to me, an uneasy feeling stirred within me as I felt a pang of jealousy hit at the pit of my belly.

"How do I look?." she asked as she sounded all merely while she twirled before me.

"It's just lunch Emily, is all this…." my words were cut short by her stare, her frowns were not the Best thing and I knew what followed on cue.

"when did you become the type to complain?, weren't you all about showing off?." she asked, I nodded in response I didn't want to get on her nerves anymore.

"After you, my lady. '' She walked on with her shoulders high