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Cinn-O-Bun 
Why was he walking out to the lake? It brought a mixture of good but more recently bad memories. Sighing with his hands in his pockets, Chris trudged outside and looked around to see if he could spot her. He kept walking to their spot and stopped when he saw a figure sitting there.
He paused slightly not sure if he hoped it was her or hoped it wasn't. His feelings were so confusing. But then again he had agreed to give her a chance to woo him and quite frankly he was looking forward to that. Gathering up his courage he kept walking only to realize it wasn't her. " Oh! Sorry...thought you were someone else." He said to the younger girl. Well...now who looked foolish. All worked up over nothing. Hmph.
She about jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice speaking to her. She knocked over her inkwell, splattering the liquid all over the grass. Contessa frowned and looked up at the older boy.
"Now look at what you did! There goes all my ink that I brought with me." She frowned at him and stood up, trying to get the ink that had gotten on her off.
"Do you make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She glared.