Page 68 of Strictly Fauxmance


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but seriously. is it real??

bc she looks like she’s trying not to cry into that poor fern

Nate

it’s real for me

i just don’t think i’m goodenough

Sigrid

oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

you ALMOST KISSED HER ON LIVE TV and then DIDN’T??

no wonder she’s looking at you like she’s planning your funeral with rose gold accents you idiot

Nate

i panicked

it was a bad moment

i thought i was protecting her

Sigrid

you were protecting your FEELINGS you emotional muppet

i’m flying over and stealing her

Nate

noted

can you bring pålægschokolade?

Sigrid

absolutely not

pålægschokolade is earned

TALK TO HER!

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ROOFTOP: RATED R FOR ‘RUIN’

Nate

“Do you know what it’s like to almost come in your jeans thanks to good choreography?”

Nate had been staring at his phone for ten minutes, thumbs hovering, brain fried. He wasn’t great at texting to begin with, but texting Holly? When she was in this mood? It felt like juggling knives over a landmine.

She’d been dodging him since the promo shoot. Not overtly, she still showed up to rehearsals. But the eye contact was limited, and the vibe was pureice queen freshly dipped in fuck-you sauce. And he was over it. So he cracked his knuckles, muttered a prayer to the technology gods and the patron saint of men who make poor life choices, and fired off a message.