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Hello, I'm stuck in an empty office w/ no work for the next six hours so I'm bringing back the old school Drabble meme.

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They were not actually married; a short amount of time on the internet quickly made it apparent there was no way that they could have officially registered for their marriage through the government, purposely found a Justice of the Peace to oversee the ceremony, and bought a pair of matching gold wedding bands over the course of one drunken night.

It was a relief. Of course.

Somehow, that realization didn’t end them as a pair. Not romantically, not really, but platonically. He was friendly. He was artistic. He was attractive, although informing him of that when he had his mouth full inevitably caused his mouth to not remain full much longer. He was easy to talk to.

He was easy to listen to. He performed in cafes and bars, sitting on a dimly lit stage with a guitar and crooning to an audience who preferred to talk to each other or focus on their drinks instead of listen.

Danute listened. She had gone enough that she could recognize many of the songs he performed; she had a habit of pestering Leo after performances to name all of the songs she did not recognize.

Right now it was the Blue Danube. It was one of the first songs she remembered, and one of the songs he performed most. It was one that sounded odd just on guitar when she first listened to it, but it had grown comfortable and familiar.