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In an intricate, expensive suit that clearly did not match his financial level, sat Lark, comfortably as if home. Though certainly, he was not at home—he was having a great time at a restaurant this fine night. Not only was there a fine night, but a fine young woman. This angel sat opposite him, constantly throwing smiles and giggles of profound merriment. It had been hours since they've been sitting together, yet her euphoria had never ceased to exist.
She wasn't the fairy woman Lark had always wanted; but she still an amazing woman.
Lark told jokes and flirted with the one young woman for the entirety of their meeting. To all, it was clear as glass, this short-lived truth that he loved Cassey, that is. His love for her was unparalleled to that of even her mother's. And quite, fortunately, his love was far from unrequited. For Cassey, herself had fallen for his enticing man.
