He crosses the room towards me, reaching in his pocket. He pulls out his phone too, setting it down on the other charging circle. The screen glows as the battery connects and I spy a picture of him on the lock screen with his arm wrapped around a beautiful girl. She’s got the same dark brown hair and his piercing hazel eyes. Their grins are magnetic. “That’s Amy?” “Yeah.” He picks the phone up, showing me the lock screen. “This was us in Japan about a year and a half ago.” I smile. “She’s gorgeous. It’s weird, right?” “What?” “People always like to play that game where you wonder what you’d
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