“Do you need me to call an Uber for you?” She snickered, rolling her eyes. “I’m fine with taking the bus, but thank you.” When she was ready to leave, I opened the door for her. Before she crossed the threshold, I said, “You’re very good at what you do.” She looked up at me, cheeks blushing as a corner of her lips rose. “Thank you.” I nodded. “Good night, Adelaide.” She got out the door, but after a few steps on the porch, she spun on her heels. “Why don’t you ever call me Addy?” “You never told me I could,” I said as I tilted my head. After a short pause, she said, “Well, you can.” I grinned.
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