"Seriously? Not only are you a grump, but your memory is like a sieve. What's up with that?"

Leda Reynolds lobbed a pillow at him, "Zip it!"

York dodged, a move that screamed experience.

Leda reached for another pillow, but-

"Stop searching, it's right here." York patted the pillow behind him.

Leda was dumbfounded, "How did it get there?"

York just sighed. A clear case of bad memory.

"Miss, you've already thrown one, and this is the second. Thank you."

"...Oh."

Awkward silence.

Leda then asked, "What time is it?"

"...Half-past ten." As if prodding his patience.

"No rush, it's still early. Took a little extra time getting ready to meet the future mother-in-law, that's understandable, right?"

you help me

quickly added,

glass from the vanity, already

and

glass, immediately noticing something

"Yep!"

"Go get me some ice

sure...? Early morning ice-cold drink, can you handle it?" Despite his own habit of

rolled her eyes, "Who told you

"My exes..." Oops!

ex-girlfriends, right?"

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

you always

your ex-girlfriends drink milkshakes? Eat sushi?

did they

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

the bedcovers to get up: "Since when did drinking warm water become the hallmark of a proper

en

"So, you're admitting you're not

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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