Tom looked her over with a smile and shook his head. "Are you allowed to fly?" He asked, squeezing her hand in his own. He brought it to his lips, bushing his lips against it gently.
"Do you have a passport? I have a summer home in Spain." He admitted. "I thought we could go there."
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