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Escort
He hated these things; she knew that, but she still couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto her face. This was the one time a year she allowed herself to go all out and dress up. Which meant it was also the one time a year she would get to watch him stumble and stutter over his words.
It was somehow always understood that the colonel would escort his first lieutenant to the ball. He never arrived in a limo or brought flowers. Those things were for young lovers, and they were simply two adults accompanying one another to an otherwise lonely event. Yet, when she opened her front door to greet her superior there was a moment of unsteadying silence. His eyes scanned over her body as if he had never seen her before, and when he settled his vision on her amber eyes, she could see the faint signs of a blush forming. She smiled softly and took his arm. They didn't need words in this moment, but he couldn't stop the comment from coming forth. "I should have brought you flowers."
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A/N: Again, I did not like the way this flowed. I feel like there are gaps, but I can't put my finger on where or how to fix it. Any advice out there?