“It was a joke,” she said, trying not to laugh.

“A not particularly funny one, Sarah! For god’s sake, you always go one step over the bloody line, don’t you?”

Sarah composed her face as much as she could – a slight smirk remained – and set a mug in front of Art.

“Listen, Artie. I didn’t mean anything by it, and there’s no harm done, right?”

Art huffed, but eyed the tea. “It’s just that it’s the latest in a long line of…”

“Yes, yes, alright, maybe I have been joshing you a bit much. Can you blame me, though?” Her composure started to break once more, “You do get so–” she caught a glimpse of his scowl, and broke down completely into laughter.

Art slapped the arm of his chair. “SARAH!”





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