“Here with a friend?” asked Stanley.

Xyla nodded. “Yeah.”

“Is it the one who fought with you the last time? Or…?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, don’t stay out too late. Call me if anything happens,” he urged, showing no emotional disturbance in his eyes.

Xyla nodded, wondering if this fake husband of hers was being too concerned for her.

Why did she get a feeling that he was like her real husband?

“Alright. Five Batton, you do know that we’re just pretending, right?” said Xyla as she searched his eyes.

“Yeah,” he responded calmly.

“That’s good then,” she replied.

legs to head outside. His back profile was

something, Xyla quickly jogged after him. The chilly north wind was blowing outside. Having abruptly come out from a warm place, the stark difference in temperature made

entrance of the bar. Right before her eyes, Stanley got into it. She

called out, hurrying over and tapping

lowered the window and

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the window and

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it?”

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