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font-size: 13px;">With a final comb of her fingers through silky tresses in attempt to tame a couple of unruly waves, Kelsie observed herself within her reflection again. She studied herself, as if she were dressed to impressed, rather than catch up with her childhood best friend. Correction — childhood best friend who made her heart beat a little quicker. Quicker than it should’ve. She adjusted the scarf around her neck, ensuring the tails were of even length before the soft chime of her phone blitzed through the room. Hands were quick to retrieve the technology, noting the preview reply from Alex highlighted across the lock screen. <br/>
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She chortled at the response, shaking her head as he seamlessly returned the same level of banter she’d delivered. There was no doubt they were set in for a fun, entertaining evening. Both of their personalities meshed so well, even in surplus of ten years later. It seemed nothing had changed between them, aside from their age. He was a breath of fresh air among the stale thoughts of Clayton and lifted her mood to explore an entertaining outlook on life. Even through the text messages, she could feel his enticing energy blooming through the screen.<br/>
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With a lightness to her steps, Kelsie grabbed the keys to the lodge and exited the room, locking the door on the way out. She made her way towards the lobby, her steps purposeful and measured. Excitement began to build, the soft rumbling of her stomach growled in union. The blonde couldn’t help but wonder how Alex had felt — of course, he seemed eager and happy to take her out for the evening to catch up. But did he feel the same flutter of nerves, bundled with the anticipation of what might happen next? There was no denying there was a newfound attraction there, at least on Kelsie’s behalf. Age looked good on him, accentuating his features proudly and gifting him with a rougher edge than she’d ever remembered.<br/>
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Entering the lobby, eyes of sapphire scanned the room before settling onto the man she’d been scouting for. A gentle smile played across her lips, making an attempt to not appear <i>too </i>eager, or desperate. The warmth of the fire within the room touched her cheeks, the heat settling over her coat. It felt awfully hot in the room — the pang of nerves she felt only skyrocketing her internal temperature gauge as she approached Alex. Or, perhaps it wasn’t as cold out as she’d thought.<br/>
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“Hey you,” Kelsie murmured as she came to a standstill before him, eyes glazing over his body briefly, observing his choice of clothing for the evening. <i>And </i>what hint it gave to what was underneath. <br/>
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“How was the rest of your shift? I hope it didn’t drag too much.” The warmth reached her eyes as she looked up at him with an equally bright smile. She took the opportunity to loop her hand around his bicep, begging for guidance in the direction of the bar. Though she hadn’t been before, she had performed a quick Google search and realised it wasn’t far from the cafe — at the end of the main strip of stores in town. A walkable distance for sure, and perhaps what they’d need after a couple of drinks.<br/>
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“Shall we walk? I don’t think we’re meant to have a blizzard tonight,” she asked, noting how the snowfall had halted for the moment, “Always good to get the old bones moving.”<br/>
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