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The whole door thing.
I could have got it on my own.
You had your hands full
and, well, this is just me.
I’m gonna open doors for you, OK.
Fake dating or not.
She’s frozen for a moment
considering what I’ve said
eyeing me suspiciously
like this is a trick or
or a joke.
Nobody’s ever opened
a door for you?
Like—someone you dated?
I try again.
Nah. But from now on
I can open my own doors.
Thanks.
With that, Lyric hops into Chloe
and slams the door shut.
I hustle around to the driver’s side
and buckle in
then glance over at Lyric as I start the car.
You look nice, I say.
As do you, Lyric says, giving me a cool
but approving nod.
This whole vibe is exactly what will
sell us
as a couple,
she continues.
