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“The sequins are kind of scratchy,” Christine pointed out with a laugh as she pulled on the shoulder of Chloe’s jacket, the one around her own at least.
Chloe ended up awkwardly being positioned slightly bent towards Christine, sighing frustrated as she tried to find some way to adjust herself. “And this would be easier if you weren’t five feet tall.”
“There was no need for that.”
Chloe reached over in front of them and grabbed her glass of lemonade, taking a sip from the black straw and setting the glass down. “You’re the one who called me crazy for bringing a jacket to this restaurant in the summer.”
Christine watched as Chloe wiped her hands on a napkin, probably from the condensation of the ice that was covering both of their lemonade glasses. “You still are. But it’s a good thing you did, it’s cold.”
Chloe pressed a kiss to the top of Christine’s head and sighed. “Not really.”