They walked along the street with their arms linked until Belle swung around and started heading in the opposite direction. “I can't do this...” she said, and Vincenti grabbed her by the waist.
“Yes you can,” he said back. “Just think of me when your speaking, like I'm right across from you in the room.” She turned back towards him and looked up to him. “Do you want me to carry you there?” he joked, and led her along until they had reached their destination. He bent down and kissed her forehead. She pulled back at him. He was a truly beautiful; his skin was flawless, and his gray eyes sparkled with the slightest bit of light. She ran her fingertips through his hair and kissed him unexpectedly on the lips. The kiss was short lived, but the effect was not lost. “I'll wait for you outside...” he said, and took up residence across the street on a bench. He watched her as she knocked.
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