I walk over to the booth that borders Adrian’s. It’s still by the window, but there’s a pillar that mars my perfect view. What I should do is sit with my back facing Adrian, pull out my book, and pretend he doesn’t exist for the next few hours. But something about this man makes me want to do the opposite of what I should do just to see how he reacts. So, I plop myself down in the booth facing him and drop my tote bag on the table, the loud thump garnering his attention. His cool blue eyes watch me under full black lashes as he types away on a grey laptop in front of him. Under the weight of
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