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The schedule she follows is loosely-structured, but a schedule nonetheless.
In the morning, she wakes up at 6 AM, or at least before 6 AM. The flowers she tends to are a bit hallucinogenic, but the effects clear up when she walks to the Temple and meets up with Sydney. He’s on his knees when she gets there; he looks convincing enough to seem like he’s praying, but only her and god know what kind of person he really is when he gets down in front of her.
She kneels down beside him, too, because it’s the only way to pass the time before they need to walk to school. Sister Jordan is nowhere in sight, and the few nuns and monks here and there don’t give them any second glances.
“Hello, my love,” Sydney greets her in a whisper, but his words still hold enthusiasm. She smiles at him, taking in the glow of his amber eyes as he glances towards her. “Here to pretend again, I see.”
“I’m still an initiate,” she says, then pauses. She scoots closer to him, but none of the Temple members notice. “And do you know how many times I’ve cleaned the quarters this week? I can pretend all I want and no one would care.”
The last statement is immediately disproved when a nun behind them hushes them. Both Sydney and her straighten up and bow their heads, but she doesn’t make any move to lean away from him. They maintain silence together, but then the clock strikes 7 AM and Sydney gets a little too excited to pull her up by the arm.
They get to school without incident, but the library is a different matter.
The moment he flips the counter’s sign to ‘Open’, he pushes her against the desk and slots his lips against hers. She welcomes his tongue as they make out, his right hand creeping up her skirt and moaning into the kiss when he finds nothing there. He has half a mind to unclip the skirt around her waist so he could just fuck her senseless on the counter, but the library door swings open to reveal an unsuspecting student.
The student doesn’t seem to mind. They carry a book with a twenty dollar bill on it, mindful of avoiding her ass on the counter. A whine escapes her when Sydney has to pull away to check the records, but she doesn’t make any move to get down. Instead, she glares at the unfazed student who only gives her a thumbs-up.
“Thanks for being punctual,” Sydney says, but he doesn’t bother to smile at them politely anymore. A light flush blankets his cheeks in pink and his breathing is obviously labored from all the pent-up tension. “Now leave.”
They shrug his warning off and put their earphones on as they walk deeper into the library, presumably to study at one of the tables without having to face the couple. She follows the retreating figure before frowning.
“Shouldn’t we, uh, go inside the dressing room or something? I feel pretty bad,” she says. He stops to consider her suggestion, but he only leans away and unzips his pants. His cock is as perfect as ever, thick and long and so, so fucking beautiful. It gets even better when he gestures towards it.
“If you don’t want to be seen, you can just warm my cock until our classes start,” he says casually, but his smile is tempting and wicked. She can’t help but to press a kiss on his lips before she sinks down on his cock, facing him as though they were simply cuddling. Half the student body knows better, but fooling the other half is enough for her.
“Great suggestion,” she mumbles as she hides her face in the crook of his neck. She feels full even when he’s not moving. Without any ounce of hesitation, she clamps around his length and relishes in the gasp he involuntarily lets out. “God, Syd, you feel so good. I just want to stay here forever.”
“We could,” he muses, running his fingers up and down her spine as the minutes tick by. “I won’t mind, of course, and everyone already knows about us. Plus…”
His hand rests above the fat of her butt before he squeezes it, earning another clench around his shaft from her. He inhales sharply before continuing.
“Do you know how fucking good you feel, all tight around my cock even when I’m not doing anything?” he says. The rise and fall of his chest quickens as his breathing stutters, but he doesn’t stop talking. “This pussy belongs to me. The Temple proves it every month.”
She hums in contentment, her eyes half-lidded. Slick drips down Sydney’s cock and onto his pants the more he talks, and she grinds against him just to prove his point. He doesn’t even need to mention it; her other partners don’t care about fucking just her ass, thighs, mouth, anything, as long as it’s not her little cunt. If only she could get “Sydney’s property” tattooed onto her pelvis.
The clock rings. It’s the first bell, made to remind students that it’s ten minutes before classes start. Still, she remains seated on his cock and enjoys how it twitches in her, but not before sitting straight and facing Sydney directly.
“I need to go,” she says, almost in a pouty manner. The first class she has today is with his mother, for god’s sake. She doesn’t think she can handle excusing herself as tardy because of this. “I’ll see you soon after classes end today. Unless there’s an emergency.”
That brightens Sydney’s features up, though he remains reluctant as he supports her off his cock. The chill brought by the library’s air conditioning makes him hiss, but he doesn’t keep her any longer than he needs to. He helps her fix her clothing while she helps him with his, and they share a kiss so chaste in comparison to what had just transpired a few moments before.
“I’ll have to see you, anyway. How else would I take care of the hard-on you gave me?” he teases before taking her hand in his and squeezing it. “Tell me if you need any help with the subjects. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Syd.”
Together, they walk to the door that he opens for her. She knows he stands there until she gets inside one of the classrooms, to make sure she doesn’t get harassed, and her heart feels lighter at the thought.
Classes are stressful, slow, and tedious. Despite her excellent marks, however, she still participates in them. Only when she feels like her brain is melting does she indulge in chatter with her classmates, basking in the compliments from them. Her teachers don’t seem to mind either way, especially not when she always passes her Friday tests with A+.
Lunch is where things get tricky. She’s torn between Robin and Sydney, always feeling a twinge of guilt when she chooses one over the other. Recently, she’s developed a routine of eating with Robin then visiting Sydney after they fuck eat. It’s the one she chooses to stick to for now, sitting beside him with a subtly devious grin.
Robin only needs to glance her way once before his face reddens. She doesn’t miss the growing tent in his pants, brought upon himself through months of conditioning. “Let’s eat first, alright?”
She waits until she’s sure no one’s around them, but even then she lowers her voice to a murmur before teasing him. “Why can’t I just eat you instead?” she asks. It’s almost a classic and someone as confident as him shouldn’t be falling for it anymore, but he still looks away in embarrassment and desire.
“Just eat. Please.”
As if to reinforce his pleas, he pushes a serving of dessert towards her. It’s a stack of pancakes, and the extra cream on them tells her that Robin has paid extra for these. The food is more appetizing now that something is waiting at the end of the meal, and yet she can’t help but tease him a little more before digging in.
“Thank you! I just know these will be delicious,” she pauses before smiling, “But you know I’d prefer your cr—”
“There you are, my love,” Sydney interrupts the two of them. While he’s struggling with the books with one arm, he doesn’t have any difficulty bending down to kiss her on the cheek. He stares at Robin for a tad longer before nodding in acknowledgment. It’s a brief exchange, but it gives way to tension between two of the sweetest people she has met. She has to tug on his sleeve before it becomes worse, looking up at him with puppy eyes he never resists.
“I’ll see you later, mhm? Don’t overwork yourself,” she says before pressing her lips on his. Robin makes a displeased noise next to her, but she doesn’t pay him any heed. Not yet, at least. “Bye-bye.”
Sydney falls for it, smiling at her with a hint of promise in his features.
When he leaves, Robin firmly angles her head towards his and crashes his mouth onto hers. It takes her by surprise, given how he has never acted on his jealousy, but she melts into it a moment after.
“I do it better,” he says as he pulls away from her. His skin is flushed from the neck up, but he maintains eye contact with her. His hand settles underneath her skirt, inching closer towards her naked cunt while he gestures towards the food. “Didn’t you want to, ah, do something else after eating?”
She takes a few seconds to recover from his outburst before gazing at him through half-lidded eyes. They eat together in relative silence, his hand never leaving her thigh even as someone sits in front of them. The pancakes are eaten last, with Robin staring at her while she licks the extra cream from her fork.
“I’m done,” she announces as if she has been waiting for him all this time. This time, her teasing makes him lose his nerve, but she links her arm with his before he can say anything. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine,” he stammers, but the growing bump on his pants says otherwise. She raises an eyebrow. “Let’s g-go.”
They hide away into a toilet stall after that, with Robin almost immediately leaning against a wall. She palms his cock through his pants, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck as he struggles to stifle his gasps and moans. The worn jacket he’s worn to school today slips off his shoulders, and she takes advantage of it to unbutton his shirt and leave marks on him.
She would’ve continued to tease him until his collarbone is positively littered with hickies, but his hand circles around her wrist and looks at her with pleading eyes. “Please,” he breathes out, “L-Let’s do this quickly, please?”
“You’re that horny?” she giggles, but she doesn’t hesitate to drop to her knees and face his aching cock. Whatever reply Robin is trying to come up with ceases when she finally takes it out, wrapping a hand around the tip and smearing the pre-cum with her thumb. It’s a miracle his underwear hasn’t been stained by how hard he is right now.
She works his shaft with her hand and grips onto his thigh with the other, savoring the little noises he makes until he begs for more. “S-Stop teas—mm! Ah, fu-uck.”
A long, drawn moan falls from his lips as his fingers find purchase on her hair, unable to stifle it when she takes him into her mouth. Her cheeks have hollowed out around his cock and he can’t help but feel shame at how loud they’re being. The obscene sounds bounce off the walls with every suck—everyone outside their stall would be alerted of their activities.
It gets even worse when she eases more of his shaft into her throat, and he chants her name like a mantra. His pleas have turned into breathless praises and encouragement with tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. They spur her on, moaning around his cock until he’s pushed over the edge of an orgasm with a gasp.
She checks if he’s watching before she swallows and swears she can hear him whimper. He’s cute. “Now this is the ‘cream’ I needed.”
There’s a few beats of silence when Robin has to recover, his face blissed out in the afterglow. The haze he’s in doesn’t stop him from lowering her onto the covered toilet seat before going on his knees. Her legs spread open at the sight, almost by instinct.
“Need to make you cum,” he mutters before teasing her slit with the tip of his finger. That’s the only thing he says before he has his mouth on her clit, timed with each thrust of his hand into her. The timing is janky at first, attributed to the lack of experience and his post-climax state, but it brings her pleasure all the same.
“Ro-Robin,” she mewls, uncaring whether someone would hear or not. “Ah, Robin! Good boy. Like that, mm…”
The nickname earns her a moan from him, sending vibrations to the sensitive nub and causing her to grind against his face in desperation. He takes her movements in stride, never pausing to take a break as he brings her closer to her high. Her eyes flutter shut the more she whines, and he has to keep a hand on her thigh just to stop her from squishing around his head.
Her climax washes over her like a cool, pleasant wave, bringing her comfort rather than intensity. Robin keeps his mouth on her, though his pace has slowed down to let her ride her high out. The hand he has on her helps with pinning her down, especially when her legs spasm and shake from everything.
Slick sticks to his lips like gloss. It gives his lips a shiny finish, but he only purses them and licks the evidence away. “Good?”
“Yeah,” she exhales before extending a hand to him. Both of them stand up together, leaving the stall at set intervals before they join each other in the hallway. No one has figured them out, it seems, but they remain cautious as they walk to history class. She thinks of passing by the library, just to give Sydney a quick kiss, but she decides against it. It’s not like she won’t visit him later.
“I still can’t believe we do that every other day or something,” Robin mumbles while he wrings his hands. They’re alone in the classroom, coming a bit earlier than usual, but they like the secrecy.
“You like it, though,” she points out and pulls the fabric of her skirt higher to tease him. His gaze follows her every move, watching as there’s barely any cloth covering her sensitive pussy. “Also, you’ve gotten so good at eating me out.”
“Don’t phrase it like that!” he almost exclaims before lowering his voice. He’s flustered from her straightforwardness, the kind that’s only given to him during times like these. She isn’t one to shy away from some exhibitionism here and there, provided it’s for him or… the other person, but he never gets used to it.
“Heh, you’re adorable,” she says. The students start streaming in by singles or pairs, and she knows better than to continue. Instead, she turns to him with a small smile. “Let’s go out later. I have some Temple duties today, though, so more time for you to play video games.”
“O-Okay,” Robin says. He’s bad at hiding his excitement, and even worse at hiding how his cock chubs up in his pants a little. She just wants to eat him up again, but she leans back on her chair and gives him the slight reprieve he deserves.
He’s so, so cute.
As much as she likes to tease both Robin and Sydney, she can never seem to do it with others. Swimming class is where it’s the easiest to be lewd, her bare body only covered by the thin layer of school-sanctioned swimwear. While she may be tempted to do it, she thinks of using the time to actually swim and work out instead.
So when she reaches the library by the time school is done for the day, she’s definitely tired and more than ready to fall asleep on Sydney’s lap.
He catches her easily, cradling her in one arm while he stamps cards and books with the other. “Rough day?” he asks, giving the crown of her head a kiss. At the same time, a card is stamped with ‘RETURNED’. His restraint impresses her—she hasn’t felt the beginnings of a hard-on yet.
“Mhm,” she hums in affirmation, feeling her eyelids droop when she drowns herself in his clean, fresh scent. Despite how often they have sex everyday, she primarily comes to him for comfort, and he gives her exactly that. “I just want to nap for a while.”
“I told you not to overwork yourself. Tsk,” he says without any actual venom, but he holds her hand and writes ‘Overworking Girlfriend >:(’ on top of it. It’s neat, smaller than the ones he gives to those who return books late, but she snickers at the sight. “Now go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when we have to go.”
She trusts him, and falls into slumber. The position isn’t the most comfortable, but it works and lets her dream of a date with him at the seaside cafe. She shifts in her nap each time a student approaches, but she can also catch sounds of Sydney shushing them. It’s blissful, even when she wants it to last longer.
“Love? Wake up,” he rocks her awake. She groans, twisting and turning before she hesitantly meets his gaze. She feels refreshed for the moment, eager to do something else other than walking with him back to the Temple. Nothing escapes her lips, though, yet he scrutinizes her with utmost attention until the corner of his mouth quirks up.
She tries to move away, but Sydney only pulls her closer.
“No one’s around,” he reassures her as he places her on the counter, face down and ass up. The library is empty during these times, yes. Maybe, just maybe, the Temple would be understanding if they arrive a little later than expected. “We can finally continue what you started this morning.”
“Really? Right after a nap?” she teases. It comes out a little brattier than expected, and all she gets is a resounding smack to her ass in return. All of her thoughts are interrupted by the mix of pain and pleasure and vocalized with a squeak. “Sydney! Not so hard.”
“Sorry,” he says, soothing the reddening skin before he slaps her again. This time, it lands straight on her pussy, eliciting a high-pitched whine from her. The skin burns from the impact, but her cunt is drooling and he doesn’t plan on stopping. He readies himself again. “I guess I’ll have to adjust.”
He slaps her again, and again, and again. His hand always lands on her pussy, reveling in how it twitches and clamps around emptiness in response. The hits never fail to make her tense up, quivering in excitement and lust. For a time, she tries to wriggle her butt, but it doesn’t entice him as much as punishing her pink cunt does.
“Look at you,” Sydney coos, rubbing and spreading her juices all over her core. She involuntarily pulls away with a gasp whenever he comes into contact with her sensitive clit, but he never stops stroking against the sensitive nub. He has to resist the urge to just kneel and devour her cunt. “You’re so desperate, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she sniffles. For a brief while, he wonders if he has hurt her, but she humps against the table to relieve herself of the pent-up frustration. It leaves a trail of her slick on the wooden surface. “N-Need you.”
He grabs her by the waist, pulling her closer to his cock. She writhes in his hold, the blunt tip of his cockhead teasing her slit every time she does. Her constant struggling is starting to interfere with his movements, and he has to hiss a command to get her to calm down. “Keep still, or else I won’t knock you up properly.”
His promise gets her to keen, outright sobbing as she tries to stifle her cries. Concern overtakes all his other emotions, but she never says their safe word. He doesn’t stop.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” Sydney tells her, stroking along the lines of her arched back as he positions himself in front of her pussy. The slick that drips down her legs should’ve helped him ease himself into her, but she’s so fucking wet that he almost misses her entrance every time. A growl rumbles in his chest before he grabs her waist more firmly. She whimpers again. “Shit, what’s gotten you so wet? Were you thinking of me the whole day?”
She doesn’t dream of telling him about Robin. He doesn’t pry. He just shakes his head, muttering something about ‘being a needy girl’ before he tries again. The head of his length finally catches onto her cunt, and they both let out a moan as he sinks into her. He thinks back to when he was still pure, unaware of what actually lies beyond lust. Then they were promised to each other, and now he can no longer get enough of the sensation whenever he fucks her.
“Syd—I’m so full,” she mumbles, meeting his thrusts half-way and squeaking each time she does. Lewd squelching echoes in the library, supplemented by their labored breaths and groans. The thrill of getting caught by some lost student only serves to heighten the pleasure they feel. “Mm, harder…”
Sydney indulges in her quiet, heat-addled demands. The most basic of movements would be hard for her tomorrow with how bruising his grip on her is. His pace is perfectly paired with his rough handling, and her moans increase in volume until she’s practically whining to cum.
He wants nothing more than to give in and overstimulate her, but a day’s worth of foreplay has left him hanging and itching to cum with her.
“Wait a bit more,” he tells her before he almost conforms her body to the counter’s shape. Sweat beads on his forehead despite the low temperatures, similar to how her skin has gained a light sheen as well. The atmosphere is heavy and thick with the scent of sex. He wants both of them to bask in it.
“Sy-Sydney, please let me cum,” she pleads with him once again, her warmth tightening around him like a vice grip. He groans again before reaching down to her clit, fondling the nub between his fingers. She gasps and squirms away from the added stimulation, but he leans down to whisper and she stills.
“Go on, princess, come for me,” Sydney encourages her. She comes undone with a loud wail at the same he does with a call for her name. His seed fills her to the brim, making sure to stuff her full and deep. The dull noise of something dripping on the library carpet ignites pride in his chest.
Even then, he watches her pussy as he pulls out first. There’s something satisfying to watch only a few drops come out because of how deep he has come into her.
“I came a lot,” she murmurs as if he can’t see. Some parts of the wood are dripping with the slick she has squirted, but it’s not as much come as he wants. They can work on that. “And now my legs are sore… ugh.”
“Sorry, my love,” Sydney says, but his grin says otherwise. He hoists her off the table, helping her clean up with the handkerchief he always keeps in his pocket. She pouts at him, crossing her arms weakly while he kisses her on the cheek. “Not my fault you feel like actual heaven.”
“You’re insatiable. Horndog,” she shakes her head, but a smile graces her features. Between them, she’s always almost the lewder one, taking his cock at least twice a day in different positions and locations. She’s almost sure that if they were together in any class, the number would go up. “You’ll have to help me walk tomorrow.”
“Or,” he starts as he buttons her shirt up. “We can just call it a sick day, then sneak into my house, and—”
“No!”
When she arrives at the orphanage, the first thing she does is to check on her flowers. She finds it easier to water them at night instead of rushing to do everything right before she goes to the Temple. The cool night air provides solace as she sprinkles the water over the sprouts diligently, almost shouting when arms wrap around her waist.
Robin’s scent comforts her first, bringing familiarity to her senses before she whacks him with the watering can.
“You’re late again,” he mumbles sleepily. She doesn’t even know how he woke up without her checking on his room. “And now you’re busy, too. Come to bed with me.”
“Sorry, there was a lot to do at the Temple,” she apologizes. Blood rushes up to her cheeks when she remembers what ‘stuff’ was there to do, but she dismisses the thought when Robin hugs her tighter. She drags him along as she waters the last plot before turning to him. “Okay, I’m done now. I’ll just take a bath first, then you can sleep in my room.”
“Can I join?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave lower. The arm on her waist travels down to her groin, teasing the area with light touches. He must have really, really missed her if he was this needy at this time of the night. “I promise I’ll be good.”
She gnaws at her bottom lip. They would be anything but good. “No, but go wait in my room instead. I’ll take at least fifteen minutes at most.”
He whines, but he complies with her request and goes back to the main hall. She takes another five minutes outside, to make sure everything is fine, then she finally heads to the showers and keeps her promise. After fifteen minutes, she’s dressed in a towel and returns to her room in only one.
“Finally,” she hears Robin mutter in the dark. The door locks behind her, and the flimsy towel falls to the ground as he leads them to the bed. Moonlight filters through the window, but she doesn’t see much of his face as they land on the mattress. She does feel him kiss each of her features, though, letting his lips wander with a giggle.
“Did you miss me?” she asks him, circling the tip of his half-hard cock with her index finger and thumb. Pre-cum leaks out in beads, and he shudders as she smudges the liquid with her thumb.
“Can I fuck your p… down there, please?” he says. His words are laced with hesitation, and she can’t help but laugh at his words. He withers away from her, but a hand on the back of his head leads her back to him before she kisses him fully on his mouth.
“You’re so precious,” she tells him as her eyes soften with disappointment. Both of them already know the answer before it leaves her lips. “It’s—you know the Temple, but I do have something else for you.”
She shifts him into a supine position, straddling his hips as they switch. They make eye contact with each other before she lifts herself, rubbing her folds along his cock ever so gently. Robin gasps at the contact, raw and wet and so, so warm. Her arousal creates a thin, translucent line between them, and he almost moans at the sight. Her brows are furrowed in concentration as well, ensuring that his cockhead would never slip inside her tender cunt. Instead, she whines whenever the blunt tip bumps against her clit and feels herself getting slicker by the minute.
“Ah, y-you feel so good,” Robin groans while he keeps her anchored to his waist. He doesn’t say anything about the red marks that are already there, only taking note when she winces. Still, it’s nice to see her slide her cunt along his shaft. Her pussy conforms and molds to the shape of him, drooling on the veins that litter his skin. “I want to—fuck, just the tip, please?”
His pleas tug at her heart, but she can’t yield to him. “No, Robin,” she says with tears in her eyes. Gods, she feels empty right now, and it’s even more frustrating when there’s a perfectly good cock in front of her. She wants to take him deep inside, to feel him shoot his spend until she feels bloated. But she doesn’t regret her promise to Sydney either, so she has to settle for this. “A-Ah! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it feels so good.”
A growl reverberates in his throat, but nothing else follows. He grinds against her to meet her hips halfway, eliciting a choked sob when he hits the sensitive nub. He never takes initiative in bed, yet she could look forward to this in the sessions to come if he keeps up with it.
She tries to focus on his neglected head, taking advantage of his movements to ride it just above her cunt. They’re close to breaking the vow, almost tempting her to give in and let him fuck her silly before she backs down again. Her heartbeat picks up in her chest as pre-cum clings to her folds. Thoughts of getting pregnant with Robin’s child without ever fucking him fully sends her mind into overdrive, reminded of how she can get bred just by that miniscule amount.
Apparently, Robin’s been thinking the same thing, because their eyes meet and a blush covers his face when she carefully positions herself over the tip. She makes a teasing motion, tracing her entrance with his leaking slit. Her walls spasm in anticipation, but she backs out with guilty eyes before anything can happen.
“I can’t do it,” she says, almost tearfully. “I-I’m close, though.”
“Me—ngh, me too,” he says as his hand travels up to her pussy. He pushes one, two fingers in without any resistance, and she does the same for him. Her hand wraps around his cock, slick with her arousal, and steadily slides along his shaft. They pant in silence for a while, staying like that until they’re mewling each other’s names.
“I’m so, so close,” she warns while pushing his hand away from herself. She keeps herself above his cock, perfectly aligned with the tip as she fondles herself to completion. Her clit is teased by her free hand instead, shuddering as she edges herself closer and closer. The sight is mesmerizing, fogging Robin’s head with lust as he watches her play with herself. Each movement creates a slick, wet sound, almost lost to the background if it isn’t for how hot it sounds.
He can’t even tell her when he feels his climax coming, and the strings of white take her by surprise. The shock is all Robin needs before his cockhead is bumping against her nub again, sending her to her own orgasm before she keens and slumps over in pleasure. Some of his cum lands on her folds, and he gathers the liquid on his fingers before tracing her slit with them.
“W-What if I…” he trails off when she nods. He wavers for a few seconds before he fucks his cum into her pussy. This is not the first time he has done this, but the velvety heat never fails to make him groan as he rhythmically moves his fingers in her and helps her ride her high. She twitches on top of him every time he brushes against her sweet spot, stifling her mewls until she quiets down.
Greed flares up in his chest as he admires his work on her. She looks downright debauched like this, her skin shiny with sweat and marked with his cum. Though he isn’t one for sharing, he just wants that stupid library assistant to see them like this, to see Robin staking his claim on her.
When Robin pulls his digits out, they’re covered in a mix of his spend and her slick. He wipes them off on his thigh, contemplating on whether or not to shower again when she paws at his chest.
“We’re sweaty and gross, but we can take care of that in the morning,” she says with a yawn. The day’s fatigue has finally taken a toll on her, evident in her tired features. Robin is already coming up with a weak retort just as she presses a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. Good night.”
“...Okay. Good night.”