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She smiled. “I pay attention.”

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“Who are you?” I whispered.

Now I knew why.

Behind her, on the counter, her phone lit up with a new notification: She smiled

“Morning,” she said, sliding a mug toward me. Oat milk. One sugar. Perfect. on the counter

I looked at the coffee. The hoodie. The novel she wasn’t really reading.