[center][h1][color=F7941D]Nicholas “Nic” Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F7941D]Location:[/color][/b] Driving - Cary, IL
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I grin lopsidedly at her, dimples showing. [color=F7941D]“Thank you for agreeing to come along.”[/color] I say before handing her the other drink of hers. I use one hand to hold the top of the car for leverage as I lean in to kiss her lips softly. When I pull away, I instinctively lick my lips and smile over the fact that I could taste her raspberry tea.

[color=F7941D]“Raspberry was a good choice.”[/color] I tell her with a wink before I grab my drink from the top of the car and shut her door, moving to the other side to get behind the wheel.

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[center][h1][color=FFF79A]Kimiko “Kiki” Voss[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=FFF79A]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
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I nod, still a bit worried, but relieved that he hadn’t agreed to go check on them. I follow his gaze to the punching bag and look back at him. [color=FFF79A]“I could do that thing where I have the padding and you punch my arms or whatever if that works better for you.”[/color] I have no idea what its called or anything, but surely a moving target would be better that the punching bag.