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"Arthur?" I poke my head into the dressing room. Empty. I sigh and walk out.
"Francine?" the director, Marc Brown, approaches me.
"Yeah?" I look up, flustered.
"Where's Arthur?" he asks, "We've got five minutes 'til filming."
"How would I know where he is?" I glare at him.
He just rolls his eyes, "So you haven't seen him."
I watch as he walks away. I sigh and walk into my dressing room.
"Arthur!" I scream.
The aardvark looks up from my chair. "Hey."
"What are you doing here?" I ask, shutting the door, "Marc's looking for you."
"Sorry, I just thought I'd come say hi before the show started." Arthur says, kissing my cheek.
"Oh," I blush, "Well alright, but you still need to go."
"Yeah alright," Arthur says, opening the door, "Are we still on for tonight?"
"Yeah," I smile weakly.
"Cool," he says, "Well... later."
The dressing room door shuts, leaving me all alone, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Francine Frensky. Eight year old friend of Arthur Reed on the PBS show, Arthur. In real life, twenty two year old girlfriend of the adventurous twenty-five year old aardvark. But no one can know.