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Dex was cleaning the counter when the door opened. He looked up and groaned.
"Oh. You're here," Dex sighed.
"Yes. I am," Fitz said, raised eyebrows.
"Where's Biana?"
"Home sick."
"I hope she feels better soon," Dex said, surprisingly sincere—before immediately flipping back to bitching. "How can I help you?"
"Can I please have a bouquet of flowers with..." Fitz pulled a list out of his pocket. "orange lilies, tansy, caspia and foxglove."
"Is that all?" Dex asked.
"Yes."
"Thanks." Fitz paid before grabbing his phone out his pocket and waiting for Dex.
"Glad to have helped you today," Dex told him as he gave him the bouquet, heaping tons of sarcasm onto his words.
"Uh huh... " Fitz replied, as he shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked out.
Dex set back to work on the counter as he was doing before Wonderboy walked in.
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Dex went to his favourite desk at the back of the class when he noticed something odd on it. The exact same bouquet that Fitz had bought from Dex two days before.
A quick glance at Fitz's face—who was sitting in the front row—answered his question pretty quickly.
He was smirking at Dex in the same way Keefe did when they were all teens so Keefe must have been rubbing off on him.
Dex rolled his eyes and grabbed the bouquet before plopping it on the brunet's desk.
"Merry-fucking-Christmas Fitzroy," he said over his shoulder before the professor wandered in.