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“I do.” He smiled, pausing at the passenger side to open the door for her. Once she was seated, he pushed it closed, moving around to the trunk to put her bag beside his. Tugging that shut, he walked back to the side of the car, hopping into his seat before glancing at her.

His grin was a poor attempt at innocence, and he shrugged a shoulder, sliding his sunglasses on. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear.“ He started the engine, pulling away from her home. 

WHitney gave him a knowing look with a knowing smile and reached up to the top of her head to pull her shades over her eyes, smirking ahead. "Of course… And how are you, Tony, dear? It’s been a while since I saw you last.” Her fault, of course. She had been busy, careless, forgetful.