"I know that smile," Nora whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Helping things along. No, not ideal, I admit it. But how else was I gonna get the guy to talk to you? He's been dying to, and quite frankly, he's head's getting annoying. And I still expect pony night tomorrow."
Nora shot her an amused grin, then shuffled over to help Aden pick up his things. There was so much, little knick-knacks she assumed were from his store, pencils and charcoal and erasers, and two sketch pads.
"Wow, you really come prepared," she remarked.
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