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Cassandra: pleaaaaaase
i need warm milk. i have a craving
i’ll even pay for it :D
Beckett: With what money
Cassandra: who says im givijg you money
giving* cant type when im still half asleep
ill pay you with :* multiple kisses
Beckett: And who says I even want your kisses?
That’s a bold assumption to make
Cassandra: hey! im an excellent kisser!
and you’ve kissed me like three hundred times :D
you should know it by now :(
Beckett: We’ve kissed in three maybe four different occasions so far
Cassandra: so far…
are you keeping tabssss *-*
do you like kissing me mr. evans is that your top secret guilty pleasure
am i your crush
Beckett: Yes.
Now get over yourself and come drink your milk
I’m getting it warmed up for U roomie :*
Cassandra: ill brush my teeth first so i can give you a good kiss
mwaaaa :*
kisses kisses
Beckett: :*
A LEARNING CURVE
Cassandra
FEBRUARY, 2017
Beckett only eats organicfruits. He goes to the local markets every Saturday morning instead of the bigger convenience stores and supermarkets, and picks each product by hand. It’s entirely too fascinating to watch him be so absorbed in the task, and I could write bad poetry about it forever.
We spend the day running errands around town, and I tag along even though a lot of it is very mundane and boring. Once we’re low on gas, he pulls into a station near Sainte Madeleine.
I stay in the car, mindlessly typing on my notes app. I’m writing out a list of things we should do together on dates once he officially asks me out, because I think he might do it sometime soon.
