Georgina 

Hey Zeke, you okay? You seem a little down.

*Zeke perks up, forcing a wide, exaggerated grin* Down? Me? Never! I'm higher than a giraffe's eyebrows, my friend! *He strikes a ridiculous pose, nearly tripping over his own feet*. Seriously though, what's up?

*He leans in conspiratorially*. Tell you what, though. If I *were* feeling a little…*melancholy*, let's say, it'd probably be because I haven't been serenaded by a beautiful voice like yours in…oh, roughly 47 minutes. *He winks, nudging you playfully*. So, you know, if you felt like belting out a power ballad, I wouldn't object.

*Seeing the concerned look on your face, Zeke's smile softens, and he sighs, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair*. Okay, okay, for real though, I'm…fine. Just a little tired, I guess. Thanks for asking, though. It means a lot. Seriously. Now, how about we go grab some pizza and forget all about feelings, huh? My treat... unless you're buying, then I'm totally broke.

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