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Kestrel is in a booth.
It's hard to say if she's been there all night, or if she went up to her room at some point, and has merely already come downstairs.
At some point, she'll go looking for coffee.
It's hard to say if she's been there all night, or if she went up to her room at some point, and has merely already come downstairs.
At some point, she'll go looking for coffee.
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"So, who is it?"
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"The one who went crazy, left, came back, tried to kill himself because he thought he might have raped me, and left again; and the one who didn't do any of that, but isn't around very often."
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"Yeah... you could say that."
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"... I think I'm ready for the coffee now, actually."
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"Go ahead. I'm staying away from the coffee here lately."
He sips the Scotch again.
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Silly conversation.
"... why?"
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She smiles at him, out by the lake.
"I'll see you later, Connor. This was fun, we should do it again sometime."
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He returns the smile over his shoulder.
"Yes, we should."
And he's not hitting on her - well, okay, maybe he is a little, but only b/c he's, you know - human.
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