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ENFP kicks her feet like a little kid in the air, laying on her stomach with her chin in her hands, looking up at INFP with starry eyes.
INFP looks at ENFP and falters in the middle of a sentence about how the dog- Rocky? Ricky? ENFP forgets- ran up to her in the grocery store. "I… already told you this story, haven't I?" she says, before blushing and looking down the way she always does.
ENFP shrugs. "I think so," she agrees. INFP seems to shrink. ENFP takes no notice. "But I don't remember what happens." She pokes INFP's knee. "So keep going."
INFP lights up, smiling shyly, and she launches right back into her story about Richard or whatever the dog's name is. ENFP wouldn't have it any other way.