Inside the elevator, Seth Quinn glanced at the woman holding his arm and asked with a chuckle, "Didn't you say to let nature take its course?"
Clara Grant tilted her head to look at him, her expression adorably serious. "Well, they have to have a chance to meet for nature to take its course, don't they?"
Seth Quinn reached out and playfully tapped the tip of her nose. "You're so mischievous!"
Clara Grant rubbed her nose, scrunching up her face. "Be careful! This nose is fake, you're going to break it."
Seth Quinn played along, examining her nose closely before feigning shock. "Oh, I think it is a little crooked. Here, let me straighten it for you..."
As he spoke, he reached out with his thumb and forefinger to pinch her nose. Clara Grant giggled and dodged his hand, only to end up right in his arms...
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