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Carlos‘ words bring me out of my little mini–funk, and I nod. “I need to make as much money as I can before the summer semester. I’m going to need money for tuition, books, miscellaneous fees, and then hopefully a car. Between rent and life necessities, I really need the overtime. I’m lucky Mrs. Elkins is even letting me

work this much.”

He nods, wiping down the counter as I replenish napkins in the dispenser. “She’s got a way about her.

Takes care of us all. Sometimes I wonder if she’s even making money off this place. We sell a lot of coffee, but not so many books.”

He’s not wrong; I’ve thought the same. My shoulders lift in a vague shrug, and I start cleaning off the end tables of newspapers, magazines, and books.

“I have no idea, but I can’t imagine she would run a business just to lose money.” I pause, thinking of the sweet old lady and how she treats every customer who enters her shop like family. “Would she?”

“Wouldn’t put it past her.” Carlos puts together a sinful

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cup

of caramel–toffee mocha with an obscene amount

me with a wink. “Here, just how you like it. Go take a break with

sighing in bliss. “No collar,” I confirm with a shrug. “Huskies are notorious for running away. I’m sure she’ll wander her way back

scratches are gone.”

in a familiar pattern, and I’m surrounded by the scent of books and coffee. I don’t think

slow, Carlos regales me

stories and drama he reads on his social media news feeds. He’s been begging me to open up my own profile, but I

of peace on earth. Which,

soul.

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takes little time to wipe down the last of the tables, gathering stray cups and napkins and tossing them into the trash. I’m exhausted from the double shift, but it’s the kind of tired that burrows

a little bit of a

me flip the sign on the door to ‘Closed‘ as he counts out the register, his fingers flying faster than I would have ever thought

furry friend is still out there?”

Once again I’m struck by those eyes so eerily similar to my own, and I feel a bizarre tug in my

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there’s no yard near us, just a tiny square with a well–groomed tree popping out of

there.” I toss the rag into the sink and think of the boxes everywhere in my apartment. I’ve made little headway in trying to clean and organize everything, mainly because I’m taking

he finishes up with

eyes. “Why would she be waiting for

because you’ve been sneaking her treats all day? She probably thinks you’re going home together.”

true, She’s been scarfing down bits of muffin and croissant whenever I had a chance to toss them her way.