AsiaWritesSometimes
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Some people's lives fall apart dramatically-like in movies, with explosions, cheating scandals, or front-page-worthy breakdowns.
Mine? Mine started to shift the moment I got hit with a grande iced coffee to the chest.
I wasn't looking for anything. Not trouble. Not romance. Definitely not her. I had a book release breathing down my neck, deadlines haunting my sleep, and a best friend threatening to revoke my title as godmother if I didn't go out for once.
And still-there she was.
Tall. Smooth. Cocky. With locs that looked like they were sculpted by somebody's patient grandma and a voice that made you want to roll your eyes and bite your lip at the same time.
Sarai.
I didn't know her name then. Didn't know she'd be a detour I never asked for, or that we'd keep running into each other like fate had a twisted sense of humor. All I knew was she made my heart do this weird thing-like skip, then double back like it forgot something.
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