“See you around, Ginny Scott.” The way he says my name is taunting and playful and has my tummy doing weird, excited things. “Hopefully not if I want there to be any food left to eat,” I say before he can leave. I should walk away now, but there’s a bizarre chemistry between us and something about him makes me feel the best I have in days. We stand a foot apart, grinning at one another and forcing people to go around us. He snaps out of it first. “Better get here early for lunch then. That’s when I get in my big meal for the day.” “Your big meal?” I can’t help but laugh. “That was nothing. I
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