“Can I get my order to go?” I asked, keeping an eye on Nora, who didn’t appear to be going anywhere. “You can, but if you want some company, I’m planning to have mine here.” Nora supplied the information casually, but I got the sense that she hoped it’d change my mind about leaving. “Good to know.” The more I thought about it, the less I relished the thought of drinking my coffee while cycling home. “Maybe I will.” I followed up this totally banal statement by giving a toss of my head like I thought I was still in high school, and the head cheerleader to boot. I felt my face and neck go up in
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