|| Finding something good.

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It's a kind of feeling - something that was forboding, something she knew all too well the ending to. That didn't stop her from meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror, his look of amusement causing a familiar buzz through her back and straight to her stomach. She liked the way he looked at her - as if she was a habit. It was warm, almost natural.

"Elle, where do you want to eat?"

"Why should I decide?"

"You're the group leader. You authorize everything."

"Don't put me in control of your stomach, you might regret it."

Someone volunteers for desserts first, another whines about his craving for burger. A third person reprimands them for eating so unhealthily and an argument starts about the pot calling the kettle black.

They remain quiet, grinning at their seats. Their eyes meet through the mirror again. He rolls them, her eyes crinkle further. He winks then, and she could barely stem her smile.

It was crazy how she could be out of breath so quickly.

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