[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Flo & Santos – Chicago, IL 
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Cassiopeia laughed and pulled her hands back as their food arrived. [color=#DB7093]”You're probably right, but how fun would it be? You could tell the donors about the archaic equipment you have and how overworked your staff is, and I could sneak around slipping things into people's drinks that briefly has them experiencing heart palpitations, but because your hospital is lacking funding you won't be able to help them.”[/color] Cassi pulled her pizza closer and picked up a slice. [color=#DB7093]”Are you sure you don't want me there?”[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.marrakechil.com/]Marrakech[/url] – Chicago, IL
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[color=#006400]”The flavours they use are rather strong. I'm certain you'll be able to taste it better, like you can with sugar and trans fats.”[/color] The wine arrived and was served. Caden inhaled the scent and took a sip. [color=#006400]”And alcohol,”[/color] he said with a smile. 

He held his glass up, towards Nero for a toast. [color=#006400]”To space and it's terrifying black holes. And to you, reading to me every night about space.”[/color] He clinked his glass to Nero's once they were ready and took a sip. Caden sighed happily, feeling much more relaxed now that he wasn't on the road. He flipped through the menu, looking to find something he wanted.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Shopping - Chicago, IL 
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Avery chuckled, waiting for Kimiko to look at him. When she finally did, he removed one of his hands from her hips, and brushed his thumb along her cheek. 

[color=#B0C4DE]”As long as you are the one haunting me, I'll manage,”[/color] he said and tilted her chin down to kiss her forehead. He let her go and turned to the bike. 

[color=#B0C4DE]”Don't worry, I'll drive us home safely. You have me curious,”[/color] he said. He looked sideways at Kimiko, a massive grin on his face. 

Once he was done teasing Kimiko, Avery grabbed his jacket from the backpack before he tucked the bag of gear inside. It was a tight squeeze but he managed to get it to fit.