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“YOU SHOULD SEE ME SWIM THEN,” Wait-no, that’s a bad idea. The way she eyes him, though, Remy bites his bottom lip, folding his arms over his chest. He peers around the area, it’s just them, oh boy, he clears his throat at her question, “Well-I mean, I’m a paramedic, so like, if I got hurt it’d be well, ironic that you’d have to call 911 for ME, since I’m the one who normally ANSWERS those calls,another clear of his throat as Remy extends one arm with an unintentional flex of his bicep as he scratches the back of his neck. Remy bites his lower lip again, Maybe I will go for a swim, It’s….oddly hot in here.” 

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               𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐌, 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊-𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄. Tone it down, Blake. But gosh, look at him! Look at his arm! Look at that hair! He’s all sweaty and muscly and –– oof, a paramedic? Be still her beating heart! There’s something about a man that saves lives that gets her blood racing and her cheeks blushing. ❛ Well, I bet even paramedics get hurt every now and then.  She lays a hand, delicate and sun-kissed, on his shoulder sympathetically,  you’re only human.  It lingers there for a moment before she offers it to him. ❛ I’m Daphne, by the way. Do you come here often? ❜