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Riley scoffed and covered her face with her hand, trying to ignore the warmth rushing to her cheeks. "You're impossible."

Ethan only chuckled before the waiter arrived with their drinks. 

He took a sip of his coffee, and Riley picked up her glass of lemonade, sipping it while trying not to make eye contact with him.

Dinner was relaxed, different from the formal air of the restaurant. 

They spoke about their work, Riley telling him about the intricacies of land measurement that she had been so focused on earlier. 

She even teased him about his poor spray-painting skills, to which he only raised an eyebrow.

"I got better at it," he defended.

"After, what, twenty tries?" she grinned.

Ethan huffed, taking another sip of his drink. "Alright, I'll admit I'm not an artist. But you weren't exactly a star student either. You almost tripped over one of the markers."