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</div></div><br/>Skylar tilted his head to the side curiously as he looked at the expensive little coffee shop.  To go in, or to not go in?  That was the eternal question.  While he desperately wanted a decent cup of coffee and as he had yet been to the grocery store to buy some, this seemed like his only option.  Only, there were people in there.  People he didn't know and people who didn't know him because let's face it, everyone knew everyone in this town.<br/><br/>Why had he come here again?<br/><br/>Right, he had needed a fresh start and while he didn't believe in closing his eyes and blindly pointing to a town on a map, hovering has crystal over a map and chanting like some loon probably wasn't much better.  Not that he'd ever tell anyone.  He'd put enough intention into his magic to know that Winter Haven was where he needed to go.  Too bad he didn't have a little spell to learn why.  So he was here because his home town reminded him too much of his parents and it hurt too much to stay.  So he'd taken his inheritance and ran.<br/><br/>Apartments were out of the question.  No basement to hide his hobbies in.  A place like this would certainly have nosy neighbors and he didn't want them prying.  At least in a house, he'd be able to have his own space and not worry about noisy people on the floor above or below him.  He liked his privacy.  He had finally found the house that seemed perfect a few weeks back.   He'd done everything online, including the virtual tour and the realtor was supposed to meet him at the house in an hour to give him the key.<br/><br/>His dark eyes go back to the coffee shop.<br/><br/>He<i>had </i>time.  He could go in, enjoy the cup and then still go meet up with the realtor.  He could do this.  Hardly anyone was in there.  He took a deep breath and a step forward just as someone came rushing out of the door.  He didn't yell, but he came pretty close as he jumped back three steps from the one he'd taken.  Luckily the guy seemed too occupied with his hands,<i>which were bleeding, </i>to notice Skylar.<br/><br/>"Bandaids work better than sleeves."  He snapped his mouth shut, realizing he'd said what he was thinking out loud.<i>Shit.</i>