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[quickestgirl]

She'd been pleased when he texted her and asked if she wanted to meet him for coffee. She'd seen him a few times since he arrived and, every time, she'd been struck by how intense he was, how clever, how focused. She liked his company, anyway. She'd texted him back and told him where she'd be if he wanted to swing by.

And maybe she spends a couple of minutes putting on some winged eyeliner. Maybe.

An hour later, she's set up at a cafe she likes, idly researching a few things on her laptop, a latte at her elbow. She leans her chin into her hand.