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zydInk “Come on. Play me something else.” She said when he finally finished. “Try me. I know all the lyrics to everything.” He very nearly did – that would’ve been perfect. Just spend the evening jamming out songs, drinking tea, maybe ordering some takeout…but as accidentally romantic as the whole scenario had turned out, he had taken her here for another reason. He put the guitar down. Her disappointed expression almost made him back out, and perhaps in a weaker moment he would’ve. “Sorry. I got carried away. This wasn’t my plan for tonight.” She looked around at the candles, the tea, then raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Well plan successfully derailed, as far as I’m concerned. If this is your accidental game, I’d hate to see what happens when you actually plan it.”