"Timothy, could you order up something to eat? I'm feeling kinda hungry," Althea said, pulling the bed sheets over her body. "Sure thing," Timothy replied, getting dressed. "What are you in the mood for? Pizza or Chinese?" He asked, his back facing her as he slipped on his shirt. As Timothy turned to face Althea, they exchanged a knowing glance and said in unison, "Chinese," with a soft smile spreading on their lips. "It's kind of late, so I'm not sure if any restaurants are still open for delivery," Timothy said, ruffling his hair and adjusting his shirt. "It's only 7:30, babe," Althea pointed out, gesturing to the clock. Timothy's mouth formed into an ‘oh’ but he never said. "I'll go see what I can order. I'll be downstairs," he said. "And I'll be taking a shower. Do you still have my stuff here?" Althea asked. "Yes, it's in the wardrobe and bathroom," Timothy replied, heading out the door but popping back in to ask, "What would you like to order, babe?" "You know my usual,"
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