“Ouch, that hurts,” I said, rubbing my arm and faking injury. Meegan was about to say more, but then Jesse rounded the corner with a stack of clothing draped over one arm.
“Is... something wrong?”
“Everything's fine,” Meegan said, putting on a quick smile and slightly cocking her head toward me. “Right, Gideon?” I briefly held her gaze, then gave a small nod. Meegan began to inspect the garments Jesse carried. “I love these colors! I can't wait to try them on!”
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