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"... We can look into it when the others get back," Nic replied. "What was your old number?"

Laurel told him and sighed, "I probably have a million voice messages." she muttered, "My loans must have skyrocketed now that I've not been paying the interest."

"We'll figure it out," Nic reassured Laurel, putting a hand on her arm.

Laurel glanced at his hand before smiling and putting her hand on top of it, "Oh, I know." she reassured him, "That's the least of my worries right now." she nodded, looking back into his eyes.

Nic didn't say anything else.

"So... what do you do on a date after you eat?" she asked, a little curious.

"... Depends," Nic replied.

"On what?" she asked.

Nic shrugged. "A little of everything," he replied. "What do you want to do?"

Laurel blinked, "What do you want to do?" she asked.

"It's your date," Nic countered.

"It's our date." she lobbed back.

"I want to do what you want to do," Nic replied.

"I don't want it to be all about me." she complained quietly.

Nic blinked, confused. "... So far, most of it has been about me," he observed.

Laurel blinked as well, thinking about it. Then she blushed a little, "Oh." she replied sheepishly. Then she looked thoughtful for a moment, "I'd... like to see the stars." she decided quietly.