Miles chuckled softly to himself, finding the idea of bickering with someone five or six years his junior quite childish. "You'll see."

Calvin was about to retort when Felicity returned from the restroom.

She pushed open the door of the private dining room, waving at the spot she had just cleaned, "Look! All clean now!" "Wow, you're amazing, getting those grease stains out!" he said, clapping his hands in mock admiration.

Felicity rolled her eyes without thinking, "Could you be any more insincere?"

"I'm heartbroken! You're actually calling me insincere!"

"Get lost, eat your fondue."

She sat down again and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

This gesture usually meant she had finished eating.

But then, Felicity suddenly noticed the shrimp Miles had peeled for her still on her plate. She quickly picked up her fork again!

But before she could start, Miles took the plate away.

"Langston, I haven't-"

eat it, it'll

"Are you done?"

Felicity nodded, "Yeah."

I'll walk you out, take your

outside, "Wait here, I'll

"No need." Miles interjected.

"Why not?"

don't sell it

surely

lips curling

in the country, you can have it every day." He draped an arm over Felicity's shoulder, raising an eyebrow, "Hmm?" She could only chuckle nervously in agreement, "Yes, Langston's

...

couldn't completely

bombarded with several technical questions. When he turned around, Felicity and Calvin

the front desk for the room number when his phone

It was Jeffrey!

to take the

"Hello? Mr. Turner."

"Langston, are you busy?"

the hotel's elevator, his voice low, "Not at all,

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