First, it was a little nudge, then it started increasing in pain. Jobe kept nudging on her and the deeper she fell into sleep, the harder the nudges got.

"IM UP." Camelia groaned, moving little pieces of her hair that were in her face.
"Good. I'm getting us ice cream."
"What? Don't you have training-" before she finished, his index finger went on her lips indicating her to shut up.
"Don't worry about that. Just come."

She sighed undoing the seatbelt. He opened the door meeting a sleepy Camelia as he opened hand out for the girl to take.
"Milady." he said in what would have to be the worst attempt of an accent she heard in her entire life.
"Milord." Camelia replied, continuing the act and taking his hand. She didn't even bother to do an accent knowing damn well that she would sound like a squeaky old woman.
As they walked into the parlour, Camelia never let go of his hand once they had gotten out of the car. She didn't intend on letting go either.

"Nice tattoo by the way," he said "It's cute."






















THE WEEK AFTER
October 27


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