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17 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 4ᴛʜ. ᴍᴏɴᴛʀᴇᴀʟ.

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"Americano for Jared?" The barista calls out from behind the counter with a paper cup in her hand.

I look up for a split second and realize I don't hear the name Jared being called as often as I usually do.

I return my attention to my phone and smile at the video Korine sent me of my nephew laughing. As I type a reply, a shadow passes by me, smelling a little too familiar and distinct. 

There's no chance it's him.

Our eyes meet as he walks to the exit and I can't help but smile at him. 

"Hi," Schlatt said breathlessly. 

"Hi, how are you?" I reply and straighten my posture. 

"I'm good, yeah." He lets out a small chuckle that's like 'I can't believe you're here.' "How's your family? How's your sister?"

"Korine's being Korine." I mock exasperation and Schlatt chuckles. We exchange a few more sentences of small talk before my order is called out. 

"Well, this was really nice, maybe we should do this on purpose sometime." Schlatt smiles as he holds the door open for me.

"Yeah." I smile back at him. "I'd love to."

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