[ Wanda rolls her eyes, but nothing dims her smile. What's his is hers and what's hers is his. She thinks to remind him of that, but she doesn't wish to ruin the mood and bicker about money when they've never had much to begin with.
Instead, she nods, pursing her lips playfully. ] You're right. [ And the way she thanks him is simple: she kisses his cheek.
Biting into her donut, she ignores the cinnamon around her mouth as she shifts happily on the bench from side to side before settling back against it. She's happy. She's actually happy. Even if in a few hours that happiness will burst, she'll remember sitting at the park on a nice day with Pietro and feeling happy. ]
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Instead, she nods, pursing her lips playfully. ] You're right. [ And the way she thanks him is simple: she kisses his cheek.
Biting into her donut, she ignores the cinnamon around her mouth as she shifts happily on the bench from side to side before settling back against it. She's happy. She's actually happy. Even if in a few hours that happiness will burst, she'll remember sitting at the park on a nice day with Pietro and feeling happy. ]
Thank you, Pietro.