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THE TWO FINISHED eating at around eight.

Laia watched how the asshat practically devoured everything in sight and she even offered to cook more chicken thighs for him but refused with a flush on his cheeks.

"I'm already full,"

The girl rolled her eyes at the asshat's obvious lie but doesn't insist.

He practically skips towards her when she was washing the dishes after they were both done eating. "Do you need help?"

Laia shakes her head. "Nah, it's fine," She cocks her head to the side. "But maybe you can help dry the plates?"

"Okay,"

The pair worked in silence. Laia would occasionally sneak glances at the boy beside her who remained silent contrary to how he would usually be the first to spark a conversation or just annoy her to no end.

"Is that all?" He asks. 

"Uh-huh," Laia accepts the dishcloth that the boy handed her and hangs it on one of the chairs. "Are you going home now?"