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Why, Marshall isn't an idiot. He closes in on the answer fast, especially with the lingering clues provided. The bookmarks, now into the sixth week are:

SAYS.

LIKE.

WOULD.

MY.

PUZZLES.

YOU.

ON.

Yet, who the exact culprit is, leaves him in disarray. The idea that Gabriel is not of fault grows increasingly believable by the day, but yet doubt lingers in his mind.

Another thing: Despite having a good friend to pass work time with everyday, he finds himself growing more and more confused around him.

For example, when Marceline took them all out to lunch one Saturday afternoon. They sat and told jokes the entire time, and the atmosphere was warm and comfortable. Marshall was enjoying himself immensely, sipping his raspberry tea from time to time.

Soon, their server finished gathering their plates. He was considerably young, a bit older then they were, and had a full head of carefully tuffed hair. When he gathered their dishes, Gabriel helped him and said "Thank you very much for serving us today. It was wonderful service." The man paused, well they all paused at the sudden show of hospitality. The man balanced the dishes in one hand, running the other over his jaw in an embarrassed smile.

"Uh, well... thanks to you too for being such nice customers. Like a lot." Gabriel tilted his head at that, giving one of his usual white smiles. The man hurried to return the dishes, copying the same smile. Marshall sat back in his chair with a frown, watching his retreating back until it wavered out of sight. Then he turned to Gabriel, but Bonnibel beat him too it.

"Gabe, you know you don't have to thank our servers, right? It's their job."

The boy just shrugged, checking his rolled up sleeves for stray wrinkles, absently. "It's a habit I suppose. In Britain its normal to be so polite." Then after the bill came and was paid, the man returned to pick it up. This was where Marshall became uneasy.

Gabriel gave him an extra tip, repeating his thanks. Marceline and Bonnibel participated in it too. The man grinned childishly at the money in his hand, moving reluctantly to walk away, looking over his shoulder back at Gabriel every couple of times with that same embarrassed half-smile. Bonnibel laughed and said, "He was a cool guy."

It made his chest grow tighter when Gabriel added scooting his chair back, "He was certainly handsome. I wouldn't be surprised if he was model or something of the sort."

In the end, he tried to shrug it off as a bad mood, but every time he thought of the way he had smiled at Gabriel, he wanted to storm off. Kick something.

However, a day like such never occurred again. Though he did keep catching comments by the boy… as intriguing. How he'd comment on certain stranger's clothing wear or speech in curiosity. It all boils up to make him wonder, briefly, so briefly, if his friend is… gay.

But as soon as the thought had came, he pushes it down and away. Even if he was, it wasn't his business anyways. But he decides that he's just not a guy-guy like others. Heck he wasn't either. SO it's understandable.

He nods at the thought, smiling to himself. Yes, understandable behavior.

Anyways, despite those distractions, he continues to pry for the secret culprit to his bookmark investigation. Just to be certain it's not his… friend, he goes out on a limb one day, when checking out Gabriel's books.

"You… like bookmarks Gabe?" He offers nonchalantly, trying to keep it as light-hearted as possible. The boy shakes his head.

"Nope, I really don't like them. I just try to remember the page numbers." Marshall blinks, his main goal strayed from at the moment.

"What the heck?" A smile rises on his lips. And he finishes the checkout, leaning on the counter. "You must have an amazing memory, huh?"

Gabriel leans in right back, until they are face to face, eyes squinted in a grin. In that moment, Marshall wonders something that makes his chest thrum and flutter. It' a nervous, awkward feeling to have, and he doesn't really like it one bit.

Gabriel pokes his chest, trying to receive the boy's attention once more. "When is your shift over again?"

"In uh, one more hour."

The red-head picks up his books, looking off to the side. He makes a thoughtful expression before saying, "Lets…"

"..take a walk?" Marshall finishes. A goofy smile lines his features in the hunched position. "Then we could just mess around the shops on Main Street in Aa." Gabriel taps his chin before snapping.

"Yes." He bounces on his heels with a smile. "We could go shopping, I absolutely love shopping."

Marshall remarks slyly, "I can tell" and receives a quick smack on the head. Playful of course. He rubs the mark as the boy continues, laughing slightly.

"Anyways, we could go shopping, try out the festival… what else happens in Aa at night?"

"Um… well have you been to the ice castle?"

He scoffs. "I'm not.. that good."

"Okay, I'll let that slide. How about the park at night? Best food vendors, and its just like amini forest in the city. Beautiful." His eyes glaze over briefly with his memories.

"Last time I went to a park, I was a little boy. I don't really do much now, now that I think about it…" Marshall frowns, eyeing him.

"So then… how about something sweet?"

"Yes! I've always wanted to try frozen yogurt. Bonnibel says they have many shops here."

He freezes, shooting him a sudden accusing look. "You haven't… ever had…. Frozen yogurt?"

"Nope." He says, popping the 'p' with a shrug.

"No, no, no. That's the one thing I'm not letting slide. You're gonna get some."

Gabriel tilts his head to the side, red locks mimicking the movement."When…you're shift is done?"

"No." He grabs his wrist, leaning forward once more. "Now." Marshall Lee does two things then, mind in its usual flurry.

One: he glances at the clock. 8:30

Two: He vaults over the counter, pulling a flustered Gabriel in tow.

As the run out the library, he shouts to Ms. Tuttle, "I'm taking one of my days off now Miss Tuttle!"

The old woman smiles knowingly, shaking her head. "Have fun Marshall." She comments slowly, mostly to herself. The boys are already by the parking lot anyways.