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“Sitting in silence, she stared out the window. Searching for words, her gaze fell upon the shadow of a man she once knew. Her eyes met his and a shiver ran down her spine, straightening her in her seat. She quickly looked away and turned to her screen. She hoped he wouldn’t come in, but a part of her wished he would. She tried to preoccupy herself in the task at hand and began to write feverishly. Nonsensical statements and sentences she overheard from strangers from an adjacent table.  She had successfully distracted herself when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. His hand. She closed her eyes and was flooded with a rush of memories. She looked up from her screen and turned to him. That Duchenne smile.”