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Hangout || Laurijah

The beer she’d bought for the two of them was in the fridge, and she’d traded the jeans and tee combo she’d been in all day for some black leggings and an off the shoulder sweater. If she was going to have pizza and read, she wanted to do so comfortably. The brunette sat on the couch, surfing her local pizzerias website for deals that she and Eli could possibly order. He’d be at her apartment soon, and soon after that, she’d be reading the script he intended for her to peruse.