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Root was grinning. "You called me your girlfriend."
Shaw shook her head. "No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did, Sameen. I heard you." Root couldn't dim her smile if she tried.
"I never said that." Shaw scowled and tried to walk away.
Root followed like a lost puppy, unwilling to escape Shaw's orbit. It was rare that Shaw let anyone close enough to get trapped in it in the first place, after all.
"I believe the words were…" Root bit her lip to keep herself from smiling too widely, and then proceeded to do a horrible, exaggerated impression. "Hands off my girlfriend, asshole."
Shaw spun on her heel to glare at Root. "What the fuck was that?"
"My impression of you." Root's eyes sparkled.
"I will end you, Root," said Shaw dangerously, voice hitting a low note that made Root's eyes glaze over.
They locked gazes, and then Root darted a tongue out over her lips.
"Please do."
It broke the spell. Shaw tore her eyes away and took a step backwards.
"Let's leave. I'm hungry."
"I have something you could eat."
Again, Shaw felt her homicidal rage flare up.
Root seemed to sense it, and quickly added, "Sandwich place on Fifth? The Machine's already put our order in. They'll have it ready for us by the time we arrive."
Letting her fury abate, Shaw eyed Root and let out a grunt of agreement.
Smiling, pleased with how she handled the situation, Root led the way. She jumped onto her motorcycle and patted the seat behind her while putting on her helmet.
"So, girlfriend…" Root began and Shaw groaned and climbed on.
"Shut up, Root."
Shaw put her arms around her midriff, squeezing tightly. A little too tightly.
Root coughed, shifting in her seat. "Ooh, handsy. I like it."
"Just drive," Shaw growled.
"Whatever my girlfriend says," Root sing-songed before gunning the engine.
Her words resulted in a hit to the stomach, but it was worth it.
She was going to eat lunch with her girlfriend.
Life was good.