Not breaking stride, Dawson wheeled around and circled back to her, holding onto his cap even though there was no danger of it flying off. Huffing, he stopped before Chel and tugged her into a big hug, mumbling apologies as he squeezed; the force of it, by accident, might have lifted her up half an inch.
"Thanks again!" he told her quickly as he set her down, snatched one of her hands, planted a distracted kiss on it, and fled the scene at a jog.
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