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Liam's key is cold against Jordyn warm fingers, his body heated up from the hoodie and Varsity jacket he wears.

He sits atop the hood of his car once more, staring out at the open field, the moon only showing half of its beauty tonight. The sight makes Jordyn's thoughts disappear, seemingly becoming one with nature.

Sadly, he is brought back when the sound of honking jolts him from his daydream. He sighs tiredly, looking at the road at the edge of the field, seeing a large semi passing. Jordyn can only sigh once more before getting back in his car, deciding he's hungry right there.

As he drives through the near quiet streets, many places are closed, giving him a small handful of choices to choose from. When he sees a little cafe still open, his stomach growls loudly. Seems like his body chose for him.

After parking his car, he walks inside, a little bell going off to indicate he's here. He walks up to the cashier, who is distracted making the few people awake some drinks. When she turns, her eyes widen, taking in all of Jordyn's features.

"H-Hi," she stutters.

"Hello...Olivia," Jordyn smiles softly, reading her name tag, before giving her a quick look, admiring her chocolate hair, which turns into a beautiful a sweet shade of honey and the tips. He then looks at her mocha eyes past her glasses, giving a quiet chuckle. "Sorry, I spaced out. I'll have a chocolate muffin and a water."

"Oh, y-yeah," she speaks, giving a shy smile. "That'll be $3.85." Jordyn places the paper in her hand, with the exact change. He needed to get rid of the spare change somehow. The girl moves frantically, nearly tripping once or twice. It forces Jordyn to bite his lip, not wanting a laugh to escape him. "Here you go," she speaks quietly, handing him a bottle of water and a bag with his muffin.

"Thank you, Olivia." As he turns, a light blush forms on the girl's face, a mixture of embarrassment and more embarrassment the reason for it.

As Jordyn's hand touch the cold metal of the door, a quiet voice forces him to stop. "J-Jordyn Coperfield?"

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