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BRYNN.

"Will you be doing it again?" I ask Felix after he passes me my ice cream, then grabs his seat and pulls it next to me so he can sit by my side rather than across the table.

We’re in front of a small ice cream shop and hidden from the sun by the umbrella. I watch as Felix settles in his chair and takes a bite out of his ice cream. "I’m not sure. I won’t lie, though; it was more fun than I thought."

"Didn’t the hits hurt?" I ask, and he shakes his head. "Not much. After the first one, you get used to it."

I nod and we fall in silence as we slowly lick our ice cream—with Felix doing more biting than licking.

"He’s still standing right behind us," Felix tells me, nodding his head in the other direction, and my gaze follows to where Leo is standing a few feet away from us. Our eyes meet when he turns his head and his jaw is slightly tightened. He bows a bit—something I already asked him to stop doing—before he straightens up again and looks away from me.

"I told him to stay in the