She smiled and paused before she nodded again. “Okay,” she said, tucking some hair back behind her ear. “Do you want to pack a bag or anything? We should …… call work, I’ll call my mom.”
He smiled and turned back to look out the windshield as he kept driving towards the mexican food place. “I called work,” he told her. “Got some people to cover you. Packed some stuff. But yes, you should call your mom,” he chuckled, grinning a little wider.
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rymarshall reblogged this from seesawscott and added: “Good. It’s a deal,” he smiled to himself.
