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Lorelei smiled, getting up to go eat. "Thank you," she smiled. She shrugged. "I don't care,"
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"Well, do you have plans today?" He asked gently, pulling out and pushing in her chair for her.
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Lorelei smiled and blushed at the simple gesture. "Not really, its the weekend,"
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"Would you like to go out to lunch with me then?" He said softly, sitting across the table from her. "I understand if you don't."
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"I thought we weren't supposed to be spotted in public," she teased.
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"I'll take my chances with you"
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Lorelei chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Not as a date, right?"
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"Of course not...just a friendly guy and girl going to a place for lunch." He said non chalantly. "Unless you'd like it to be?" He asked in a deeper tone, leaning toward her with a chuckle
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Lorelei was put off by his deeper tone. "Just friends, thanks," she said awkwardly, returning to her food. Deep down, she did really want it to be a date, but a part of her still didn't trust him.
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"Just dress how you'd like but we're going to The Lounge." He said simply. The Lounge was high-end, reservation only, expensive restraunt that was reported for having celebrities visit
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