His ocean blue eyes stared into hers. He looked at her in silence as he admired her beauty.

He enjoyed her company as well. She could never make him uncomfortable. In fact he would probably make her uncomfortable, he seems to have a knack for it.

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👍🙂

😂😂

He took out his phone and began to show Amaya pictures of his many drawings and paintings.

He closed his phone. ". . .right. . .right." He smiled and scratched the back of his head.

He nods. He's not really used to /anybody/ approaching him. He's not exactly a people person.

Dexter hesitated for a moment, he never had people over. He figured he was willing to make an exception for Amaya. He took her hand and led her to his car.

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👍✅ 👎❌

He laughed while he started up the car. "music?"

Can his neighbors understand that he's not committing arson he's just a really bad cook.

He smiled. He was also a pretty avid fan of heavy metal. He turned up the radio as the song played. "Good?"

He could feel the butterflies in his stomach. She was so nice to him. He loved that she accepted him for who he was. ". . .me too."

It was like she had read his mind. Like she understood him. These words were the words he had been longing to say for so long but just couldn't. He placed his hand on hers. "Thank you."

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