"This is your final chance."
Elizabeth nudged Sawyer's shoulder playfully in response as they lay in the sun on the grass of a busy public park.
“There’s no need to make it seem so serious. I know.”
He sat up, and despite the fact he was smiling he seemed rather serious.
“I mean it, Elizabeth. I understand why you changed your mind last time, but we can’t keep coming back here if you are going to change your mind every time.”
She sat up beside him and looked around the park at the brightly colored flowers and groups of people enjoying the summer weather together.
“At least the surroundings are less creepy this time. And it’s not cold, and I’m not being attacked by any rogue wolves, and you aren’t having to make sure we aren’t being haunted by some sort of spectral park-ranger…”
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