Edgar enters the antique shop, his eyes taking in the sight of several clocks and other knickknacks scattered across the room.
"What can I get you?" a soft, melodic voice asks.
Edgar starts and wheels around. A motherly-looking woman is standing at the counter, her eyes twinkling enigmatically.
"Oh, um—"
"Wait." The woman's eyes were suddenly calculating. "You look familiar."
Edgar blinked, confusion flooding through him. He's pretty certain that he's never seen this woman before.
"Oh! You're my grandson's boyfriend," she says, snapping her fingers and Edgar does a double-take.
"I'm—what—ma'am, you must have me mistaken for someone else," he stammers. "I don't have a boyfriend—"
"Grandmum," a new but much more familiar voice groans. "I told you we're not dating!"
Fabian emerges from the back, his face annoyed, but as soon as he sees Edgar he blanches.
Heat rushes to Edgar's face.
"He—hey Edgar," Fabian stutters.
"Hey," Edgar says, smiling shyly.
"Oh, so you aren't his boyfriend," his grandmother interjects, smiling sweetly. "Sorry, my ears aren't what they used to be."
"It's fine," Edgar says, the heat dying as his eyes turn to the older woman.
"Grandmum, please," Fabian hisses, an embarrassed red tint on his freckled cheeks. Edgar finds it cute.
"Oh!" His grandma finally takes a hint. "I just remembered l have to go do something in the back, so…"
She edges into the back room and the two boys are finally alone.
"So I'm your boyfriend," Edgar teases, leaning on the counter. "I think I missed the memo."
"Shut up," Fabian mumbles.
"No really." Edgar leans forward, smirking flirtatiously. "I think I would've noticed if I were dating someone as gorgeous as you."
The red blush on his face is rapidly spreading. "Well I didn't want to miss out," Fabian drawls.
"Nah, you need to work on your lines a little more," Edgar says, shrugging. "And then call me, okay?"
"Of course."
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Garage Sale - 1. Clock
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