[4.4]
~=~ Cheila and Wendy giggles childishly as they say in the restaurant. The sunlight was streaming through the windows, flooding the room with a nice, orange-yellow...Even golden like glow. Both were digging into a bowl of ice cream. Cheila with a small bit glossing her nose. "You got a bit there" Wendy comments. Quickly leaning over with a napkin. "Oops" Cheila pauses. Taking the napkin off Wendy with a small smile. "Thanks!" "...So erm how are we going to do this marking thing?" Wendy asks nervously. Cheila pauses, a small concentrated frown plastering her features. "I'm- I'm not sure" Cheila admits quietly. Wendy sighs; not knowing what to do. "Maybe we're too young" Wendy comments sadly. "...Maybe but that's never stopped us before" Cheila mentions confidently. "So let's go to
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