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"Maybe 20-30 minutes? I don't really know, haven't been counting." She mused with a smile, pecking his cheek. |
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Noah nodded, "I can't believe we actually fell asleep here..." |
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"I can, it's stunning. Just like you," Emery said softly, standing beside him. "How about breakfast at Tilly's?" |
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Noah smiled, kissing her cheek. He nodded, "Sure," |
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"C'mon then, i'm starving." She brushed a bit of dirt off his shoulder before getting into the car. Emery then drove the two to Tilly's, hopping out and snagging a table. "What're you thinking?" She asked, eyes glazing over the menu. |
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Noah looked over the menu, "Probably pancakes," |
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"Not a bad choice, must say the ones here are bomb." Emery looked over the menu and decided on some french toast with a few scrambled eggs, as well as a cup of coffee. |
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Noah nodded and smiled. The waiter came over and the two of them placed their orders. |
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"Do you want to go do anything else while we're in town or head to the house?" She asks, a light smile present on her face. |
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Noah just shook his head. He still wanted his art things back, but again, they were at Rowans and he couldn't go back there. And it was all too expensive to buy brand new. |
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