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"They called and said you were here...I just was worried and I flew here so you wouldn't be alone...I can leave if you really want, though." She explained, half embarrassed to be there when he hadn't asked |
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Caden just laughed, honestly confused. "No, sit down. I have so many questions. How'd they know to contact you? And how much was the flight, i'll just re-pay you whatever it was." He chuckled, setting his phone down. |
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"No, it's fine I don't wanna ask that of you. I was just still your emergency contact. Are you okay?" She asked softly |
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"Ohhh, yeah that makes sense. Forgot that still existed," He mused with a chuckle. "yeah i'm fine, they said if I keep drinking like I do i'm gonna have to get a transplant or I could die so guess who's banned from buying anymore liquor?" Caden laughed, running a hand over his face. |
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"Kinda just vibing right now if i'm honest, company's doing well, no employees have tried to drown me in complaints so i'd say it's fine. How's yours?" Caden asked, gaze flicking towards her. |
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"Fine. Work's good, apartment's paid off finally, nothing otherwise has changed, really" |
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"Hm, interesting. How's the Camaro?" He asked, getting a text from a dealership. |
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"Yeah," He muttered, letting the silence settle. |
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