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Hey, Mr. Hathaway, is it okay if the boy started, a
gruff edge to his voice, like he smoked a lot of cigarettes
and was already paying for it.
Yes, go right ahead, Shawn, Mr. Hathaway shouted
back, still hidden in the kitchen.
Thanks Shawn said. Before turning back to the bul
letin board, he locked eyes with Leila. Her heart quickened
for a moment, and sped up even more when he ed his
long, chestnut colored hair, adjusting it with the hand
that grasped the steel staple gun. He gave the impression
he was invincible, with his dark green eyes and freckled
skin. His hair, cut down to his chin, tumbled back down
around his face, moving right back into the position it
was in earlier.
Hey, Shawn said, nodding at her, the motion opening
another button on his—she suspected purposely—wrin
kled dress shirt that already had two undone, showing a
glimpse of his smooth, slightly sunburned chest.
Leila died.
With that open button she died a thousand deaths.
Wha . . . oh, hi Leila stammered.
Thanks, Shawn said, smiling to reveal a lopsided grin
that was undeniably cute.
For what Leila asked.
“You were going to, you know, say something? Maybe
ask if I needed help Shawn motioned, nodding back at
the register and the barista bar. Leila followed his line
of sight, and caught Sarika staring at the two of them,
smirking. Sarika gave her a playful look and went back

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