Fucking Micki.
Fucking Alex and Micki.
He saw her first, he was certain. If she'd seen him before he saw her, he guessed she'd have gotten up and run away, but there she was, looking sun-tanned and relaxed and devastatingly, heartbreakingly gorgeous in those destroyed jeans she refused to give up and a loose gray tank top.
Fucking Micki and Alex. Come on.
He'd been set up. He could feel his heart rate quicken as the escalator brought him closer to ground level. It half-appealed to him to turn and run back up it, like a bored child in a department store, although he would have been more terrified than bored, all things considered.
Fuck.
All this time he'd had to think about it, and he still didn't know what to say to her. And now he had about 22 seconds to figure it out.
Fuck.
Well, that probably wasn't a good place to start.
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