The well-dressed blonde stops talking once she realizes where she's stepped into, and why her cell signal just winked out.
Deciding Warner International's latest expense reports can wait at least a few minutes, she heads for the counter; she skipped lunch, and one of Bar's smoothies sounds phenomenal.
When she spots a familiar face -- one she hasn't seen in more than a year -- she forgets about the smoothie entirely.
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The well-dressed blonde stops talking once she realizes where she's stepped into, and why her cell signal just winked out.
Deciding Warner International's latest expense reports can wait at least a few minutes, she heads for the counter; she skipped lunch, and one of Bar's smoothies sounds phenomenal.
When she spots a familiar face -- one she hasn't seen in more than a year -- she forgets about the smoothie entirely.
Softly, "Jack?"
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He's eyeing the small gold band on the ring finger of the other when someone addresses him.
(He downs the rest of the glass first.)
"I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
His voice is raspy, grating. Like sandpaper. Like he hasn't used it in a while.
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He's so worn -- it's like he's just pulled a 20-hour day arguing tactics from the field with Chappelle smarming in an earpiece.
Her eyes fall to the dull flash of gold on his left hand; something in her stomach tightens.
You do. Just not yet.
"Mind if I have a seat?"
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(It's getting harder and harder to convince her.)
"It's a free country," he mutters, then nearly laughs at the thought.
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