Intoxicating

Sixteen

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“Red... I should’ve guessed. Mine’s Black.”

                “Black...like your soul.”

“Exactly. Red and Black hmm...”

                “So, who do you normally hang out with?” Lily looks around the Library, looking for someone who looked like they’d be Tate’s friend.

“No one. I prefer my own company.” Tate looks away.

                “Gee...thanks!” A short laugh escapes her.

“What about you? I’ve never seen you in the Library before now.”

                “I don’t normally hang around here. I have a small group of friends. They’re not always in early in the mornings.”

“Ah. So I’m your second choice?” He winks.

                “Well... We wouldn’t want you getting too big headed would we? So yes!”

Tate places a hand over his chest, faking hurt. “You wound me Lillian, you really do.”

                “Another thing Tate, don’t call me Lillian!”

“So sorry Lillian.”