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"Somebody's in a good mood," Twyla says, approaching Patrick's corner.
"Yeah," Patrick admits, "but how'd you know?"
Twyla nudges him with her beer bottle. "Your face, whenever you look at David."
Patrick flushes. "It's that obvious?"
"It's sweet," Twyla reassures him. “You two are really cute.”
"He's just so...” Patrick stumbles over his words, alcohol loosening his tongue and warming his joints. "Creative. This is... weird."
Twyla’s smile is wide and faintly confused.
"I love it," Patrick says. "I love..."
But he swallows the rest of that sentence, because he doesn't want Twyla to be the first to hear it.