He wasn't able to thank him properly or explain himself before he heard footsteps getting farther away and his cologne not overing around him anymore. "Oh, I don't-" he was cut mid sentence by a hand retrieving from his own all the now damped tissued. ![]() wasn't it obvious by the apron and name tag?" the stranger giggled and it might have been the nicest sound George had ever heard, he smiled so widely before realising the other hadn't grasped the fact that he couldn't, in fact, see his apron or read the tag for what mattered.
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