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“Do you go fishing often?”

“First tih “I looked up how to do all that online” He shootsout of me

“I’m not usually one to sit around,” he adds “But your dad told ”

“Wow, h humorlessly

“They mean well”

“Yeah,” I agree “So, what do we do now?”

“We wait”

We sit in silence for a few minutes, and then, all of a sudden, the pole he placed in front of !”

We both hop up frorabs my pole and reels in whatever it is that’s been hooked When he brings it over the railing, I spot the fish A real fish A cute, innocent, silver fish And it hitsin fear—its tinyto be saved

“Oh my God!” I shriek “Help it!”

Ryan’s eyes go wide “What?”

“The hook is in its , most likely in pain “It’s hurt, Ryan! We have to help hinore hi this poor little fish Carefully, I unhook the hook fro to be okay” I quickly toss him back into the water and watch as he lands with a tiny splash, disappearing into the abyss

I grab the pole that’s still in the water and reel it in “Noat me like I’m crazy “Those poor fish don’t deserve to be hooked and reeled in for our entertainment”

A slow s his dimples pop out

“What?” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest

“Nothing” He shakes his head, his a adorable”

Great, he thinks I’m adorable… like a damn child

“What did you think ere doing when I ?” he asks