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My heart is beating out of control in my chest.

I'm standing outside of Adrian's. I keep reaching my hand out to open the door, but can't seem to bring myself to do it.

I couldn't sleep last night. Jeremiah was in my head all night. I went over everything in my mind over and over again.

His car was still in the driveway this morning, but I didn't see him before I left.

I open the door and walk inside. Suddenly, a memory floods my mind.

July, Age 16

"Please get the smiley face pancakes!" Jere beams at me from across the table.

I roll my eyes and close my menu. "Fine, J. I will get the smiley face pancakes. But, only if I get a kiss first. That's the deal."

Jeremiah stands and slides out of his side of the booth. He slides in next to me, and places his hands on either side of my face. He plants a quick kiss on my lips.

He pulls away just as quickly, but doesn't move back to his seat. Instead, he smiles down at me. His eyes have mine, and I can't bring myself to look away from him.

-

"Good morning, beautiful." Korey is smiling at me as I slide into the booth across from him.

"Good morning." I smile back at him.

"I ordered you waffles. Is that okay?" He stares back at me, waiting for my answer.

I swallow hard, "Yeah. Of course. Thank you." I force a smile.

One thing about me is, I hate waffles. I've always hated waffles. Pancakes were my preference.

"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble last night." Korey gives me a sympathetic smile.

I wave him off. The truth is, I didn't care how upset Jeremiah was with me. He broke up with me. He had no right to be upset about me talking to someone else.

"How long have you been coming to Cousins?" I ask, changing the subject.

"This is my first year here. My family just bought a house here. Off of thirty-second street." Korey tells me.

My breath hitches in my throat. "Thirty-second street?" I repeat.

"Yeah, blue house." He smiles back at me.

"You're our neighbor." I force a small laugh.

His eyes widen. "No way! That's great!" His smile is wide enough I see his dimples appear.

Our waiter comes then, and brings us our waffles. I resist the urge to crinkle my nose. I force down every bite of the waffles.

"So, tell me about you." Korey says, pushing his plate away from him and sitting back in his seat.

I hate that question. I hate relearning new people. I've never had to do that. Not like this. When Jeremiah and I started dating, I had already known everything about him. I never had to guess what he was feeling.

Not until now.

"Um, what do you want to know?" I ask, flicking my eyes up to his.

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