He is working on the bike again, sweat pouring down his face. Even if it isn’t strenuous work, it’s still hot out.
She brings out two ice cold Butterbeers and silently hands him one. He looks between her outstretched hand and her face, and slowly brings his hand up to wipe the sweat from his brow.
At her smile, he stands, and wordlessly takes
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