[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Travelling – Chicago, IL
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Caden sipped his champagne and ducked his head to walk into the bedroom. [color=#006400]”Our secret door bookcase will be much better,”[/color] Caden assured.

Caden had hoped work would start and be completed this weekend but they were finishing a job, and Caden would have to wait until the following week. The work this contractor did was superior, making the wait easier to bear.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Emporium Arcade and Bar – Chicago, IL 
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Avery looked down when Kimiko reclaimed his hand, and his pounding heart settled, turning into a flutter instead. [color=#B0C4DE]”We can look around,”[/color] Avery assured her. First, they needed passes for the games.

Avery walked over to the front desk and bought him and Kimiko wristbands that had these little pieces you could scan at the games to play. He handed Kimiko hers and slipped it over his wrist. It was a little snug on Avery, but not uncomfortably so.

[color=#B0C4DE]”Let's go this way,”[/color] Avery suggested and reclaimed Kimiko's hand. He pulled her to the side with the little bowling alley and axe throwing.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Nic’s New Apartment – Chicago, IL 
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[color=#DB7093]”Jane called you a celebrity with how everyone just stops to greet you in the hallways,”[/color] Cassi said with a grin. 

Cassiopeia kept her arms at her sides, with one hand on the trolley while she looked up at Nic. She was even shorter than her usual 5’6” because she was leaning back, and Nic seemed taller as he leaned next and towered over her. She had the sudden urge to run her hand through his mess of hair.

It was chaotic and wind swept, despite the helmet he always wore. And Cassi could picture Nic running his hand through it a hundred times a day while at work. The elevator doors opened and Cassi looked away. 

[color=#DB7093]”Nope! Being a perfect girlfriend is a full time job,”[/color] she informed Nic. The words girlfriend and boyfriend still sounded so unique and foreign to Cassi's ears. She just liked the way the words sounded when Nic spoke them, because she knew he was talking about them.