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“Honestly, Princess.” your boyfriend sighed, left eyelight flickering in annoyance. “I was five seconds from clawing this guy’s eyes out.”
You hummed sympathetically, stirring your drink with a straw. “I can imagine. Is Sammy okay?”
He huffed and nodded, claws tapping on the empty plate in front of him. “She’s fine, went home with her boyfriend for the rest of the day.”
The few groups left in the restaurant were the loud, drunkenly rowdy type, but thankfully, you and Heart had been sat as far away from them as possible. Meaning you only had to raise your voices a little to be heard over the racket.
“That's good.” you said, shoulders relaxing a bit. “I think I'd be way worse off if somebody took a swing at me while I was just trying to do my job.”
Heart grunted in agreement, massaging his noseridge like he had a stress headache. You gently bumped your shoulder against his, boots clicking against each other due to how close you had scooted your stool to his. He leaned over and buried his face into your jacket.
“Thanks for letting me rant.” he mumbled into your shoulder, smelling faintly of his current favorite perfume and more intensely of the wings and nachos you two had just split.
“Always.” you hummed, pressing your smile against the top of his head. “Want to head home and make fun of stupid crime dramas?”
“Yes,” he groaned, “I don’t want to think anymore.”
You laughed and waved at a passing waiter. The man smiled brightly and approached your table. “Anything else I can get for you two?”
“No, thank you.” You chuckled, “I don’t think it's physically possible for us to eat anymore.”
He chuckled along with you and Heart as he picked up your dishes, “Well, pay’s at the front. Hope you two have a great night.”
“You too,” Heart threw over your shoulder, already attaching himself to your side as soon as you hopped off the barstool.
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“Hey, you single?”
“No.” your boyfriend drawled out with the robotic tone of an answering machine. You pressed your lips together in a desperate attempt to hide your laughter at the utterly done look on his face.
“Good to know, but-” the guy turned to you awkwardly, smiling -”I was asking them.”
“Uhhhh?” you stammered back, a little flabbergasted under the cashier’s expectant and flirty smile. You weren’t used to being on the receiving end of this sort of attention when you were with your boyfriend. Not to mention, Heart literally had his arm around your waist.
You pointed at Heart and managed, “Fiance.”
“Oh, shame.” the man said, handing you your receipt. “Have a nice night then.”
“We’re going home now, right?” Heart grumbled, eyeing the retreating figure with much more hostility than previously.
“Yep.” you said, blinking down at the receipt with confusion. Had that just happened?