A dimple in his cheek, too? Well, isn't that just the cherry on top? He sure is cute, and Fred isn’t one to tumble head over heels all that swiftly. Of course, that isn't precisely what's unfolding at the moment. Fred reckons she's nursing a little crush, and she's willing to own up to that much.
"Well, I reckon it might be a tad challenging to stumble upon a county fair smack dab in the city proper, and as for the steak, well, who knows? Maybe we'll uncover what makes the Midwest so darn special," Fred chirps, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. She's certain Cleveland must boast its own set of charms.
"Oh, goodness gracious!" Fred claps her hands together eagerly. "That's a marvelous notion! Picture this: a Springtime bonfire right there on the coast of Lake Erie. We'll just have to scout out a public beach."
Her eyes widen ever so slightly, mirroring the spread of her smile. "I've never laid eyes on a solar farm. They must be positively breathtaking," she muses aloud, her mind painting vivid images of those neat rows of panels angling toward the heavens. It must truly be a sight to behold.
Yet, her shoulders sag just a fraction when he brings up the portal. "Ah, yes, the old portal," she murmurs, a tinge of melancholy creeping into her voice. "My professor, well, let's just say he had his own reasons for shoving me through one. Seemed he wanted to eliminate the competition." She leaves out the part about her own hand in orchestrating her professor's downfall; some stories are best left buried in the past.
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"Well, I reckon it might be a tad challenging to stumble upon a county fair smack dab in the city proper, and as for the steak, well, who knows? Maybe we'll uncover what makes the Midwest so darn special," Fred chirps, her face lighting up with enthusiasm. She's certain Cleveland must boast its own set of charms.
"Oh, goodness gracious!" Fred claps her hands together eagerly. "That's a marvelous notion! Picture this: a Springtime bonfire right there on the coast of Lake Erie. We'll just have to scout out a public beach."
Her eyes widen ever so slightly, mirroring the spread of her smile. "I've never laid eyes on a solar farm. They must be positively breathtaking," she muses aloud, her mind painting vivid images of those neat rows of panels angling toward the heavens. It must truly be a sight to behold.
Yet, her shoulders sag just a fraction when he brings up the portal. "Ah, yes, the old portal," she murmurs, a tinge of melancholy creeping into her voice. "My professor, well, let's just say he had his own reasons for shoving me through one. Seemed he wanted to eliminate the competition." She leaves out the part about her own hand in orchestrating her professor's downfall; some stories are best left buried in the past.