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font-size: 13px;">There was nothing she'd had set in stone for the day, aside from enjoying a stroll around the frozen lake later on if the snowfall permitted. Thus, she decided to take a seat at a booth within the cafe whilst they began to prepare her order. The nervous jitters continued to course through her as she folded her hands onto the table and turned her attention outdoors momentarily. Had that been Alex behind the counter? Ocean eyes flickered back towards the counter she'd ordered from. The man she'd suspected to be her childhood friend was no longer in view, due to the distance she sat from the preparation area. Was she just being hopeful?<br/>
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With a hint of impatience, Kelsie grabbed her phone from her pocket and opened up one of her social media apps. She began to mindlessly scroll through the page, hitting the like button on a couple of posts and photos as she went. It seemed most of her friends were on holidays of their own in a variety of locations. Most of the images that filtered across her page were of people she knew, photographed with their significant other, appearing joyous and in love. A pang of discomfort slapped against her chest, her thoughts reeling back to Clayton. Only weeks before, they had been posting similar pictures, feigning a perfect relationship, one people were envious of. Little did they know what tragedy went on behind closed doors.<br/>
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Swallowing sharply, Kelsie clicked her phone off and placed it face down onto the table. Fingers pinched the beanie from her head, stuffing it into her bag before she swept a hand through her blonde tresses. She watched as people exited the cafe, warm beverages and brown paper bags in hand, the first step of many morning routines. Measured footsteps and the rustling of a paper bag became audible, the deliberate sound growing louder on approach. Curious eyes darted to the source, only to find a familiar face arriving at the booth she'd settled at.<br/>
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A warm smile curved at her lips as her eyes settled on the face of the man she'd been scouting. <i>Alex. </i>Something within her stomach fluttered, a blend of excitement and nerves gripping her. Immediately, she stood as he placed the items down onto the table she'd purchased. At his quip, her smile stretched further across her lips.<br/>
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"Alex!" Kelsie squealed, lunging forward to wrap her arms around his neck in an enthusiastic embrace. Her arms drew him in close, forcing their bodies flush as she squeezed the man she'd once known with unharnessed excitement. She pulled away quickly, a beam of delight dominating her features. "Oh my god, how long has it <i>been?"</i> She exclaimed, eyes searching his face. He'd aged handsomely since she'd last seen him, the boyish features she'd once known had morphed into a more masculine definition. His voice was a deep, honeyed vibrato. Those blue eyes remained familiar; soft, warm and welcoming. She couldn't help but notice the short stubble of facial hair, further framing his masculinity. Though she remained curious, Kelsie didn't dare shift her eyes across his body, refraining from coming across as overbearingly forward.<br/>
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The muffin and chai she'd ordered were long forgotten as she leaned against the table, elation glittering within blue hues. Memories began to flood through her mind of their strong friendship during their schooling years - the way they'd relied on one another, joined at the hip and infatuated by one another's company. The secrets they'd shared, their hopes and dreams. The way he'd gently placed a bandaid over the scrapes on her elbows when she'd tripped on the walk home from school, the way he'd wiped her tears away when she'd told him they were moving and the embrace they held on the day she left, wondering if they'd cross paths again. Was it appropriate to mention she'd missed him? It had been many years since they were face-to-face.<br/>
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"How are you? Do your parents still own the cafe? It looks <i>amazing </i>in here," Kelsie complimented, unsure where to start with their conversation. There was so much she wanted to say, yet she was also aware that he was currently working and time was money. "I couldn't resist buying one of the toffee macadamia muffins. Macadamia anything has always been my favourite."<br/>
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