[Dyme had a single worry, and that worry was that Alice was still mad at him. Had she been mad in the first place? He still wasn't entirely sure. For someone who navigated social waters easily, he was sometimes as dense as a sack of bricks.
It really didn't help the way she kept saying his name, either.]
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It really didn't help the way she kept saying his name, either.]
Uh. Okay? I promise.