And just like that, there she is. All wide eyes, pink cheeks, and wild black hair framing her beautiful face. My pulse slows. Heat infusing my blood at the sight of her, but somehow seeing her – knowing she’s close – calms me. She moves out of view for one agonizing second, then reappears on the front side of the counter, meaning I can see all of her. She winds between tables, picking up empty cups, chatting with the people she passes. Looking comfortable and content. I shouldn’t be here. This sight isn’t meant for me. Then she smiles and my blood simmers for a different reason. Because those
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