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-Half an hour later-
Oreo and Vanilla were walking through the streets of Corner Brook, trying to find a store where Vanilla could buy some makeup for her girlfriend, when a familiar voice called out to them.
“It’s you girls from the other day!”
The two quickly turned around, only to be greeted by Amos.
“Oh, Mr. Faucher!” Vanilla cheerfully shouted as she ran over to the mayoral candidate. “What are you doing here?”
“Nothing much. I just wanted to get some lunch for myself and my niece.”
“You still remember us?” Oreo asked as she ran over to her girlfriend’s side.
“Of course I do. How could I ever forget the faces of the two girls who went backstage to personally tell me about how much they enjoyed my speech?”
“But you’re running for mayor. You have much more important things to remember and think about.”
“That’s true, but just because I have more important things to remember doesn’t mean I can’t remember the moment that made me the happiest or brought me an indescribable amount of joy.”
“Hello, girls.” The purple haired girl, who sat across from Amos, said. “My name is Fields Faucher, Amos’ niece. Seeing you congratulate my uncle on a job well done and raising his spirits after he felt so nervous about his performance on the debate permanently cemented the two of you into my memory.”
The blond nodded his head.
“In hindsight, I shouldn’t have been so worried about how the public perceived me. I trounced Biscotti, and the public seems to agree with me. Most, if not all, local newspapers seem to be reporting on the idea that I’ve won and shaming my opponent for not doing nearly as well as me. I wouldn’t say that I condone this sort of thing being done, but I won’t lie and say it’s not beneficial to my campaign.”
“Our food still hasn’t arrived yet. Would you be fine with us ordering the two of you something to eat?”
“No thanks. We wouldn’t want to bother someone like-“
“Come on, take my niece up on her offer. My family’s so wealthy that we have more money than we know what to do with. Buying the two of you a bite to eat won’t even put a dent in our savings.”
“After we finish our meal, would you two like to come visit our home? You seem like interesting girls. I’m sure we’d get along well.”
“Sure. It’s not like we have anything else to do.” Oreo responded, smiling at the purple haired girl.
“Fields, we barely know these girls. Do you really want to bring these two to our mansion?”
“Yes. They deserve more than just a lunch for being your biggest supporters despite not being able to vote.” She said, smiling as she looked at her uncle. “Plus, it’s a way for me to get a few friends who are around my age.”
“You’re right. You’ve never really had any friends who are your age. All right. Once we’re done eating, you two are more than welcome to come with us.”