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Ives tilted his head, shrugging. “It’s Lirea; I wouldn’t be surprised,” he said with a laugh, sipping the last of his drink. Gesturing the bartender to fill it up again, he adjusted himself on his seat. He felt a little bit different.
The bartender had both of their drinks done, and Ives thanked them in sync with Clara, taking a small sip as well. He turned again towards the girl, “Alright, so tomorrow at ten,” he said, looking for reassurance. He gave a grin, not meaning to hide his excitement. If you could not tell, this was going to be his first date… at least seriously. He was always busy with studying and all those stuff, and never did something like this pop up in his mind. “Guess who’s excited,” he said, laughing.
“Now that that’s settled… hopefully…” he narrowed his eyes, the ending tone of his speech raised like a question, trying to think of what they could’ve possibly missed. He arched his brows as he hit the point, leaning a bit forward to Clara. “Is there a certain place you wanna go?”
@Caticorn || Clara Ines Weston-Lucier
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