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This chapter is a bit longer than the first ones, but I hope you don't mind. And in order to prevent probable confusion: The long part in italics is a flashback.
Chapter 3 - Breakfast and Dinner
After a few weeks of living together, all four of them were already used to each other. In the beginning Harvey's interactions with them - except the ones with Mike, but he had also contained himself a bit in that regard because he didn't want his two female roommates get a bad picture of him - had still been a bit reserved and more polite, like it was to expect when people are starting to get to know each other.
Now they were already in the state of teasing each other - admittedly, with Donna he had skipped to that phase in the moment they met for the first time - and they didn't feel like almost strangers anymore but had grown together like a group of friends.
Two of them apparently even more than just friends. Harvey still remembered how his two roommates had told him and Donna about them only shortly after he had moved in.
Rachel and Mike behaved differently and suspiciously. Harvey didn't dare to ask what was going on and he also didn't talk to Donna, the only other noninvolved person in their household, either. He sensed that something was different but he decided to not give it too much attention because he assumed that it probably had something to do with him moving in.
But they kept acting strange, and he also noticed that Donna sometimes looked at them with a quizzical look but never said anything. After a few days, Mike told Harvey that he had to tell him something in the evening, and apparently Rachel did the same thing with Donna but he didn't know that at this time.
Later that day, Donna and Harvey were the first to be home, and they met in the kitchen, waiting for the other two to come home.
"Did Mike tell you that he needs to talk to you?" she asked him.
He was startled at her question, because she was dead on about it. "He also spoke to you?" he responded with a puzzled counter question.
"Jeez, no," she chuckled, "Rachel asked me to be here tonight because she has something important to talk about. And since you're also here, I assumed Mike told you something similar, and I guess it has something to do with them being so weird." She paused a bit before she continued more pointedly. "Or should I say, with them being together?"
His head shot up when he heard her say those words. He looked at her skeptically and incredulously. "Are you serious?"
"Well, I mean I don't know for sure because they haven't told anything so far," she started and shrugged, "but yeah, I'm pretty sure. They're both not exactly subtle with anything and based on their weird behavior..." She let her sentenced fade away, not needing finish it since she knew it would be enough for him to make his own assumptions and connect all the dots.
Still looking at her doubtingly, they both heard the key turn around in the lock and then saw their other two roommates step inside, whispering with each other. When they saw Harvey and Donna already standing in the kitchen, they lapsed into silence.
They walked over to the two people waiting, confronted with two expectant faces. Mike and Rachel exchanged a glance and swallowed before he began to explain. "So, uhm... guys, we, uh... we need to tell you something," he stuttered more than he talked.
"Yeah, you mentioned something like that before," Harvey remarked dryly.
Donna tilted her head and looked at him from the side. He noticed it and turned his head to her, only to see that she had a reproachful 'Seriously' written all over her face. He shrugged apologetically and held up his hands in defense. He knew that sometimes he had the sensitivity of a potato, and he didn't mean to hurt or insult his other two roommates, he just couldn't stand the perpetual back and forth. He just wanted to know what was going on.
Finally, Rachel began to speak with a firm voice, "We're together." Contemporary she clutched at Mike's hand.
Donnas head instantly turned around to Harvey again and raised her eyebrows, accompanied by a smirk. He could almost hear her voice in his head telling him 'I told you'. He just rolled his eyes a little and slightly shook his head, then facing the couple again.
However, Mike couldn't find any words to say but just dropped his gaze to his feet. He wasn't able to look Harvey in the eye, the talk they had had about not dating roommates still stuck in his brain as if it had been yesterday. After all it had been him who told Harvey to keep the hands off his co-tenants. And now it was him who had broken their "agreement". Well, they never actually explicitly agreed on anything, but it was more like a silent bargain.
After a few seconds he dared to look at the two people in front of him again, and his look immediately shifted to Harvey. He saw that latter had his eyebrow raised but didn't say anything. It seemed like he was thinking about quite the same thing, but he wasn't stupid enough to broach that in front of the two women.
Some more awkward moments of silence followed, until Donna finally interrupted the quiet and went towards her friend, a beam upon her face and arms wide open to hug Rachel. "That's great to hear," she squeezed her friend lightly, "I'm happy for you". Then she turned to Mike, who just got similar congratulations from his friend, with the only difference that Harvey didn't hug Mike but patted his shoulder.
"And you better make sure you don't screw up or hurt Rachel. Otherwise I'll make sure you remember what you did and make you regret it every day." She smiled and though her voice was calm, everybody could hear the silent threat that was hidden in this sentence.
Mike swallowed under her gaze and was only able to nod slightly. He was kind of scared of Donna in that very moment, but he also knew that he had absolutely no intention of hurting Rachel. So he was relieved that he could admit at least to himself that he had nothing to be scared of.
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On a Saturday morning, Harvey was standing in the kitchen, wearing grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. He was occupied with the pan in front of him, and because of the sizzling sound that came from it he didn't hear that one of the doors of his roommates opened and the occupant came out.
"What the hell are you doing?" A croaky and fuzzy voice sounded behind his back and he winced before he abruptly turned his head.
He was surprised to see Donna sitting in front of him at the counter, head underpinned by her right hand and her look was something between quizzical and agonized.
"I, uh, I'm making scrambled eggs," he was finally able to say. "God, you look terrible, what did you do yesterday?"
"Well, thank you. Now I know why you go down so well on all the other girls," she replied humorlessly.
"That's not what I mea-" he tried to defend himself but she cut him off.
"Never mind," she put him off and raised her left hand to signalize him to stop talking. She squeezed her eyes and rubbed her eyelids with the fingers of her right hand. Her head was killing her, and talking and listening seemed so exhausting in her present state. She was glad that she was currently seated and didn't have to stand somewhere, she wasn't sure if she wouldn't fall over if she did.
Harvey watched her motions, shrugged inwardly and decided that it would be best to just leave her alone for a moment. He noticed that something was off, but though he hadn't known her for that long he yet was conscious that it would be of no avail if he pushed her to tell him something. She was that kind of person who only opens up if she wants to, but trying to force her to do anything she didn't want to would be of no use.
So he focused his attention back to the pan with his breakfast in it. Since his meal was finished now, he put some salt and pepper on it to season it. Then he put the scrambled eggs on a plate and scraped the lightly burnt rest off the pan. When he had accomplished his tasks, he turned around and took the few steps to the counter, with a fork in his one, and the plate in the other hand. He put both things on the surface, sat down on one of the chairs and then wanted to begin with his breakfast but Donna had already grabbed his plate and the cutlery and had pulled it over to herself.
He slowly turned his head to his right to be able to fully look at her. "Actually, that was mine," he said reproachfully, but his eyes sparkled of amusement. Now that he finally had the chance to survey her, he realized that she looked like she had a massive hangover. And since he knew too well how that was, he was willing to forgive her that bold move but he still wanted to rag her a bit longer.
She only rolled her eyes in response. "You're so fussy." Then she took a mouthful, and a small moan escaped her lips. He turned his head and looked at her bewilderedly, almost a little shocked, his mouth agape. He wasn't expecting that, and he still wasn't sure what was the reason for her to make that sound - or what he should think about it.
"God, that's really amazing," she then said between two bites and looked at him. She saw his expression, and it dawned on her that the sound she had just uttered was probably a bit misguiding. So she shrugged and tried to defend herself, "I thought it'd be gross because you don't exactly seem like a person who can cook but apparently you can." She paused a bit and looked down at the plate in front of her, then reconsidered her previous statement. "At least extremely difficult things like scrambled eggs."
Now it was his turn for sarcasm. "Thanks, I really appreciate that." It almost sounded huffy but he had a grin spread wide across his face that made it impossible to believe he was actually sulky. "But seriously, what did you do to look so wiped out?" he asked with a hint of honest sorrow in his voice, creasing his forehead while talking.
She sighed, not really in the mood to tell him but then she did nevertheless. "Have you ever heard of something called 'work'?" she asked him scoffingly.
He laughed. "Yeah, but why do you look so hungover then? Is one of your job requirements to be drunk, or what?"
"Not technically," she drawled, "but since I work in a bar it may or may not be that sometimes I drink something during my shift." Again she made a pause between her sentences. "And maybe sometimes we have a drink or two after our shift. And it's not like I get a lot of sleep when one of my roommates decides to wake me up way too early because he's cooking." She crooked her eyebrows at her last sentence.
"So you're always drunk when you worked the night before?" he asked with raised eyebrows and a chuckle, deciding to ignore her last remark for the moment.
"Ugh, is this just because I'm not feeling that fit or are you always so pesky?" she groaned and rested her forehead in her hands. She let her hands slide through her hair and then interlaced her fingers in the back of her head, only shortly above the neck.
He lifted his hands and put an apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry, sometimes I come over rather annoying when I don't know a person that long. I didn't mean to insult you."
"So you promise you won't be insufferable anymore when we know each other better?" her question was accompanied by her amused and teasing face with her eyebrow arched.
"I wouldn't exactly put it that way..." he dwelled.
Donna furrowed her brows, not sure what he was getting at. "What are you saying?"
"Well, I just think that you'll just get used to my annoying ass, if you like it or not. And you won't notice that I'm actually really unnerving but believe that I'm a likable person." He emphasized the last two words.
They both stared in each other's eyes for some moments, and eventually they both burst into laughter simultaneously.
"You know, this would sound a lot more convincing if you actually believed it yourself," she remarked with a bright grin on her face. Now her hangover already didn't seem to be as bad as it has been before, her face wasn't so pale anymore and her eyes were sparkling again.
If she didn't try to persuade herself otherwise, one could actually reckon that it was purely him and the conversation with him that made her feel better, lighter, more relaxed. But that's just what good friends are able to do, right?
"You should come to my bar at some point," she then changed the subject, "and take Rachel and Mike with you. I can't believe they both have actually never been there since I started working there!"
He was surprised by her remark, he had only learned a few minutes ago that she was working at all, but he would have assumed that their other two roommates had already visited her before because it didn't seem like she started her sideline only recently. But it didn't really matter right now so he decided to not ask further but keep up the teasing part of the conversation. "And I can't believe that I didn't even know that you have a job at a bar. Or rather that you even have a side job." He feigned sulkiness. "I thought we're supposed to be friends." Theatrically he placed his hand over his heart and looked at her with his big chocolate-brown - and now pretending to be sad - puppy eyes.
She shook her head at his action but couldn't hide that her lips were curling up. "You're such a jackass, you know that?"
"Yeah, I've already heard that a few times," he grinned widely and wolfishly, now returning to his normal position, "but I've also heard that you have a penchant for jackasses."
"Did you also hear that I don't like cocky guys?" she rolled her eyes but couldn't prevent a chuckle from leaving her throat.
He didn't get a chance to give her another mischievous answer to that question because their conversation got suddenly interrupted by the sound of an opening door. They both turned their heads in the directions of the room, and saw Mike come out of one of the rooms, directly followed by Rachel. The couple still looked quite sleepy, and at the sight of Harvey and Donna at the kitchen counter Mike mumbled, "What're you doing up so early, guys?"
Both Donna and Harvey started chuckling. "It's not early, Mike, it's already" - Harvey glanced at the watch on his wrist - "past 10 am."
"And he was making me breakfast," Donna spoke the sentence towards Rachel and Mike but she tilted her head and focused Harvey with a teasing look, her tongue pressed against her teeth to prevent her from smirking or laughing out loud, knowing he'd quite likely deny everything right away. And she admitted to herself it was kind of fun to watch him squirm.
"No, I wasn't!" he immediately protested. "She stole my breakfast that I've been making for me!"
She inwardly grinned about the fact that she was right about him and thought about a response for a few seconds. "Well, let's agree on the fact that you made some breakfast and I ate it, okay?" She exchanged a challenging look with him and let her brows go up for a moment.
Harvey wanted to answer with a witty comeback, but it was one of the few times in his life he couldn't think of anything good in the very moment he would need it. So he closed his slightly agape mouth and only narrowed his eyes on her, seeming to be a little offended by her remarks but she could spot the sparkle of amusement in his eyes. She knew that he accepted the fact that she won this turn of their ongoing "teasing-challenge", but she also knew that he was ready for their next round.
In the meantime, the couple that had just woken up and witnessed the whole conversation also exchanged a look, but a knowing and amused one. They both were well aware of the fact that Donna and Harvey are just roommates. Now even quite close friends, and they had had a very special connection from the very beginning. Every single one of their conversations was sort of a cabaret show of its own, and the entertainment-factor grew almost every time the two exchanged some words. Rachel and Mike knew that the two were both determined to not get into a relationship with each other, but seeing them like this every day sometimes made them think if they would maybe ever change their minds about that.
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The next Wednesday evening, Harvey was sitting in his room and was studying. Since he had been at his desk the whole afternoon now he needed to get his mind off his university work at some point. Shortly thinking about it, he ran his hands over his face, then he made a short break to go to the bathroom. When he came back a few minutes later he saw her sitting in his chair, her feet on his desk.
"Seriously, Donna?" he exclaimed with a hint of annoyance in his voice, but he was quite sure that she would be able to figure out that he was only a bit stressed out and not actually mad at her. She had always been incredibly - almost uncannily - good at reading people. Or at least reading him, he didn't really know about the others. "I'm not allowed to get anywhere near your room and you get to come into mine like you own this place?" He threw his hands in the air to underline his words.
"Yeah Harvey, that's exactly how it works. Get used to it." She ended her sentence with a smirk and put her feet down. She knew he wasn't too upset about it but she didn't want to overstrain his nerves.
With a sigh but also a hidden smile on his lips he shook his head and gave in. To be honest with himself he didn't have a problem with her being around in his room, quite the opposite, but he would never tell her that. "Fine. What do you want?"
"I, uh, sort of need you," she mumbled and looked down, fidgeting with her fingers.
His face lightened up and his lips curled a bit more. She had actually never asked for help before because she was the kind of person who wouldn't admit easily that they needed someone. He felt flattered that she decided to come to him, knowing that it was probably not that easy to overcome her pride and ask for help. "Always happy to help. So, what's up?"
"I need you to help me with the can opener. I was just preparing everything for dinner but when I tried to open the can it kinda got stuck. And now I can't move it in any direction," she started to explain, "I know that you're quite busy and I'd ask Mike but first of all he and Rachel aren't at home and secondly I think that maybe you're a bit more eligible for..., uh,..." She stopped talking and felt a bit awkward, not knowing how exactly she should express herself without sounding too embarrassing.
Harvey had a hunch of where she was going with that and didn't want to miss the opportunity to make her squirm a bit, because he realized this topic made her feel a bit uncomfortable. So he played dumb and asked innocently but with a big grin, "For what?"
She gave him a withering glance and rolled her eyes before she sighed and finally answered. "For something that involves physical strength. Are you happy now?"
His smirk only grew wider, now that his previous assumption had been confirmed. "So you think I'm in good shape?" he challenged her, his eyes sparkling in amusement.
"God, you're such a self-important person," she panted and rolled her eyes again, "The only thing I'm saying is that Mike is absolutely unqualified for anything that involves muscular strength. I mean, just look at that boy, he can barely carry his backpack and it's a miracle he's never been blown away by a gust of wind."
She gestured at her last sentences to lend weight to her words and to try to convince him - maybe even herself - that this was only an objective and very rational point of view, but Harvey just kept standing there and grinned from ear to ear.
Ultimately, Donna sighed and closed her eyes. It seemed like nothing could wipe the smirk off his face. She wasn't ready to admit that she sort of lost an argument in here but she also knew that she should probably not continue this conversation with him. Not that she would really acknowledge that to herself but she was a bit worried that their talking could drift off in certain territories she wasn't sure they should be talking about. Like it has already happened sometimes before.
She stood up, walked past him and turned her head around when she was at the doorstep. "So, are you coming or what?"
"For you?" He wheeled around and slowly stepped towards her, stopping a few inches in front of her. He leaned his head forward, bringing his face nearer to hers. She swallowed hard and just stared in his dark eyes, unable to move.
He didn't really think his actions through, it was on the spur of the moment. He knew he should probably not do what he was about to do but he couldn't stop himself. Then he crooked his head and brought his mouth close to her ear, his lips almost grazing her skin. His voice wasn't more than a husky whisper when he continued, "I'd always come for you."
She could feel his warm breath tickle on her skin and a shiver ran down her spine. He finished his sentence with a wink and leered at her. Now it was his turn to pass by her, and he went straight to the kitchen, leaving her standing in his doorstep.
She was stunned by his comment and especially his actions, and she squinted in surprise, glad that he couldn't see her in her current state. She knew that almost every time they talked to each other there was a point in the conversation where they changed from playful banter to obviously suggestive remarks. It sort of was their ritual and she would never admit to anyone else but she wouldn't say that she didn't like it. But this time he had reached a new peak in their history of interaction.
However, she decided to not give it too much attention, mainly for her own protection. She wasn't ready to think about it, even less contemplate what it meant, both for him and her. So she just shook her head in disbelief but with a chuckle and followed him.
When she came back to him to the kitchen, he had already managed to open the can. He was standing behind the counter and greeted her with a beam from one ear to the other. "I did it," he proudly presented her his result and held up the can in the left hand and the can opener in his right hand.
She rolled her eyes at his smug face but the corners of her mouth twitched nevertheless. She took the can from his hand and thanked him.
His facial expression grew softer and he gave her a warm smile. "No problem." He paused and his gaze dropped for a second before he continued with a more serious face, "I know, it probably mostly sounds like I'm joking but I really am happy to help." A shy smile escaped him when he looked up to her again.
Now it was her turn to focus her toes, but when she lifted her head again she returned his smile and for a moment she got lost in his warm brown eyes. She wasn't exactly used to him being so honest and soft, he rarely showed this side of him. But every time he did she was glad that she was able to also get to know this side of him.
They remained a moment in silence, with their eyes locked. It was her who eventually broke the eye contact and looked at the can in her hand. "Are you hungry?" she asked him. "Because after your seemingly extremely exhausting work with this one here," she held up the little metal cylinder in her hand and quirked her eyebrows, "I think I at least owe you that I share my dinner with you."
Harvey couldn't help but chuckle at her words. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks," he nods. "But you're not gonna invite Rachel and Mike as well, do you?"
"Don't worry," she giggled, "If we'd wait for them to come home we'd starve in the meantime. And I don't know about you but I'd rather not starve at the moment."
Now he also had to laugh and shook his head. "God, I don't even want to know what they're always doing so long."
She joined his laughter and says, "You should've seen the two when they weren't together. It was kinda cute to watch but also really, really tiring to experience every day."
"I only met them once in that state," he chuckled, "and I think I'm thankful that I didn't have to witness all of their weirdnesses."
"You should be! Sometimes I was on the verge of either killing them or locking them in a room to finally get their shit together."
"Was it that bad?" The hint of surprise in his voice was genuine and not faked.
"God, you have no idea!" she proclaimed with another laugh. Then she reached her hand out for the metal object he was still holding in his hand. "But now give me back my can opener so I can get back to making us something to eat."
He inclined his head and let his gaze shift between her and the kitchen utensil in his hand. "Hm," he acted like he was thinking about it. "Nope, I think I'm gonna keep it." He offered her a devilish smirk from one ear to the other.
She only rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand with the can opener. She tried to remove it from his fingers but he still refused to loosen his grip around the metal object. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"
"But you like me nevertheless," he beamed at her liked an innocent little boy who was proud of his actions.
"I'm living with you, that would be a bit difficult if I actually hated you," she responded dryly, letting go of his hand again. The main reason she did that was that she was a bit surprised about how this small and seemingly harmless touch made her stomach flutter a little and left a tingle on her hand. It sort of irritated her but she tried to cast off that feeling, not attach too much value to it, and focus back on the conversation. "But seriously, I'd like to get the can opener back, it is in fact mine."
"But I had so much fun with him," he pouted and tried to look sad.
"Him?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
"I don't know, just came to my mind," he shrugged apologetically.
He saw her eyes glister, and she remained silent for a few moments before she spoke again. "You know what? Maybe we can make an agreement about you two spending time together," she offered with an amused expression on her face and crossed her arms in front of her body.
He leaned forward, rested his elbows on the counter and put his chin in his palms. "Sounds fair," he grinned from one ear to the other. "But I have one condition."
"You know that you're not exactly in the position to negotiate right know, don't you?" she crooked one of her eyebrows.
"Actually, I am." Triumphantly he waved the can opener around in front of her eyes.
She averted her look from his eyes for a second to glance at the metal object and realized that he was actually not wrong. She sighed and it dawned on her that this was already the second time on this day that he had beaten her in an argument. But she would never admit her defeat, especially not to him, so she just snorted and twisted her mouth. "Fine," she tried to fake sulkiness in her voice but she was pretty sure it wasn't her best performance. "What condition?" She tilted her head and crossed her arms in front of her body, looking at him quizzically, curious what he would actually ask for.
"We" - he gestured between himself and the can opener with his free hand - "get to spend that quality time with you." He emphasized the last word and pointed with the object in his hand at her, the smirk on his face nowhere near from disappearing.
Perplexed by his request she raised one of her eyebrows and a puzzled "Seriously?" rolled off her tongue before she could stop herself. "You wanna spend time with me?"
"Can you blame me?" He shrugged and lifted his hands defensively, a boyish look on his face, lips pressed to a line and eyes slightly widened. "But seriously, I really wanna get to know you better, I mean we've been living together for - what, a few weeks? - but I never really got the chance to talk with you more."
"I can't remember you trying to talk more with Rachel." Her eyebrow still near hear hairline, she knew these weren't the kind of remarks she should make to him if she wanted to leave their conversation - and probably their whole relationship - on a normal level, but she figured it was already sort of late for that so she did nevertheless.
"Well, I don't want Mike to think that I'm pinching his girlfriend," he crooked his head and looked at her.
"What if I had a boyfriend who wouldn't like the thought of you wanting to spend time with me?" she asked him and widened her eyes at him, now seemingly more serious.
Harvey was taken by surprise by her question and she saw his Adam's apple bob. He had actually never thought about that possibility, after all it wasn't something he should wonder about, right? "Uh, do you?" He swallowed again because deep inside he wasn't sure if he even wanted to know the answer to that question, but he ignored that thought.
"I don't know how this is really any of your business," she gave him a reproving look but her soft eyes indicated that she wasn't seriously mad at him. Only a bit surprised that he asked anyway, she didn't really know what to think about that fact. But these are just questions that cohabitants ask each other, right? "But no."
He inwardly smiled about her answer and a feeling of relief started to flood through his body but then he scolded himself. He shouldn't really care about whether she had one or not, it wasn't his place to wonder about such things. Then he shifted off his thoughts, tried to give them not too much attention - she had her rule that would make anything in that direction impossible after all - but bury them somewhere in the back of his brain.
"Good." Both of them not sure if his statement was still regarding the "can opener agreement" or about the fact she didn't have a boyfriend. But both proved that they were masters in concealing upcoming emotions or thoughts and just ignored them, continuing their conversation like nothing strange had happened. Like they had done all the times before. Even though they didn't even know each other for that long yet.
He put the smirk back on his face. "So we have a deal then?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes at his somewhat childish behavior. "Looks that way."
Their eyes locked and they both pressed their lips together while trying not to laugh. Harvey let his tongue snake out and the corners of his mouth twitched before he eventually started laughing again, Donna joining him only a fraction of a second later.
"Okay, I think I have to admit that this is one of the most ridiculous ideas I've ever had - and that's saying something, even for me!" Harvey chuckled with a shake of his head, his eyes sparkling of amusement.
"Oh my god, so you're telling me that the great Harvey Specter has more of these stupid vagaries?" she pretended to be shocked and widened her eyes, "I had no idea! Maybe I should rethink this whole deal?"
"So you think I'm great?" His grin from one ear to the other divided his face into two parts.
Donna rolled her eyes again and sighed deeply, scolding herself for giving him such an opportunity to act out his inherent smugness. "Yeah, a great pain in the ass. I'll definitely have to rethink - if not completely dissolve - our deal."
His face suddenly fell and a consternated expression crept on it. "Really?" Right in that moment he honestly had no idea if she was being serious or not, and he was sincerely afraid that she was earnest.
"No," she shook her head and grinned, "but the look on your face a few moments earlier was totally worth it."
"Okay," he exhaled and she could literally see his shoulders relax in relief when he did, "well then I think we finally have our agreement." He crooked his head, smiled at her and stretched out his hand.
She looked at his offered hand for a few seconds, then she took it and shook it, lifting her eyes back to his. "Deal."
Their hands lingered in each other for probably a few seconds longer than necessary, and when they parted eventually she wasn't sure if his thumb was drawing a small circle on the back of her hand or if it was just part of the process of them parting hands. Or probably only a product of her imagination.
To be honest with themselves, they both didn't really have a clue what they actually had just agreed on, but neither of them wanted to bring that up because they both sensed that this subject could become quite sensitive. So they decided to not think too much of this, taking this more as a gag than anything else. Because they definitely did not just agree to date each other - not at all.
I hope the part with the can opener wasn't too much, initially I only wanted to mention it shortly but when I started writing the scene it somehow turned out to be the one that constitutes almost half of the chapter ^^'
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Chapter 4 sneak peek: they visit a certain (in this chapter mentioned) bar...