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Later, they were in a park, sitting under a tree with it's shade hovering over them. Alex in the middle, Paris by her right and Marcos laying on her lap while he used some crayons in his colouring book.

Alex stayed quiet, hands moving through Marcos' hair. She hadn't said a word to Paris ever since they left the Ice Cream shop, and as much as he liked pissing her off, he didn't like silent treatment. "Alex, I—"

"Don't apologize," She didn't sound upset. Instead, she sounded calm. Like she wasn't surprised. "I understand why you must have thought I tricked you earlier, which I did in the beginning. I wanted Eros in littlespace so you'd get to know each other better, and I left you both alone, to get him comfortable with you, but not to mock you. Still, that's how we met? Your first impression on me, and how everyone sees me..."

Paris sat erect. He didn't like the fact she was comparing him to everyone. He knew most people already treated her like they'd rather never see her, and he was