"For your daughter?" She asks, pointing her pen between us. I expect Sebastian to decline such a thing, but he nods silently. "I hope your daughter enjoys the doll," she bids us farewell. "Thank you," he nods to her, guiding us out of her small shop. "You hungry?" He asks, looking around the small road. I study him, his Adam Apple bobbing as he swallows. His cheeks are a little flushed... His eyes on me, watching me watch him. My gaze drops to his lips, curled up in a smile as he beams back at me. "A little," I admit. "Let's go in there. If I remember correctly, the croissants are to die for and the coffee just as much." "Okay," I nod. "Always so amenable," he remarks, the word his father described me with on more than one occasion. Taking us across the road after a cyclist goes past. "Would you like me to refuse?" "No, no, I wouldn't, Cassidy." "Cassy," I correct him, hating to hear my full name when I've never been known as that. "Have I redeemed myself enough to give
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