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font-size: 13px;">Sliding back into the seat she'd occupied, Kelsie continued to beam at the man who took a seat across from her. His infectious smile only brightened her own features, their shared enthusiasm and excitement to have bumped into one another soothed her frayed nerves instantly. In a haze of comfort, she almost began to feel guilty she hadn't reached out to him earlier, to at least check-in and see how he was doing. Sure, every year she'd never forgotten to send him a quick "happy birthday!" but the ease of hiding behind the wall of social media masked any genuine connection. It wasn't the same as having face to face contact and a live conversation. By sending a simple text, she wouldn't have received such a warm reaction, wouldn't have felt his arms wrap around her in an embrace that felt like should have lasted longer than it did.<br/>
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"Oh really? So this is yours?" Kelsie raised her brows, feigning a hint of surprise. Like she didn't already know. Still, she wasn't about to let him know she'd attempted to delve into his back storey. That certainly would account for some embarrassment. "LA, huh? Over in the big smoke?" A cheeky smile replaced her beam of exhilaration. LA was a drastic change from the quaint suburban towns they were accustomed to. Though, it seemed a wise choice - to pursue a career in the arts required a large and diverse audience. Her city of choice would provide the perfect opportunity. How old was Amelia? She remembered her being younger than the pair, though only by a couple of years. Her heart warmed at the thought of the youthful woman out chasing her dreams.<br/>
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Kelsie reached to grab the chai he'd brought over, bringing the cup to her lips as she sipped the cinnamon sprinkled beverage. A sigh of delight passed her lips as the gentle, aromatic flavours caressed her tastebuds. <br/>
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"She always made the best muffins. They were always made with love," she smiled, pulling the macadamia-spotted treat from the bag, admiring how delectable it appeared. Her eyes lifted up to Alex as his words faltered slightly, causing her to cock her head in response, "Maybe you can let me be the judge if <i>yours</i> are a hit or not." The undertone of her words were laced with cheekiness, full of the familiar banter they often engaged in as youngsters. After the words left her mouth, she rose the muffin to her lips and took a small bite, ensuring equal amounts of macadamia and toffee were accounted for. Kelsie set the muffin down onto the paper bag as she chewed thoughtfully, exaggerating the expression of contemplation across her lips.<br/>
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Truthfully, the flavours exploded through her mouth - the perfect balance of salty, nutty sweetness. The muffin itself was fluffy, warmed to the perfect temperature. She fought the impressed grin that threatened to claim her expression. "So," Kelsie began, swallowing the bite before her eyes lifted to meet Alex's again, "How often do you bake those? I might have to stop by when I know they're fresh out the oven." They certainly received her tick of approval, but she didn't want to stroke his ego <i>too </i>much. Not just yet, anyway.<br/>
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"Mmm, not too much," Kelsie replied, wondering if Alex knew she was in a relationship prior to the trip. Did he keep up with her social media as she did with his? "Just on a solo holiday at the moment. Only for a couple of weeks. Figured I should probably change it up and go somewhere cold instead of always going beachside." She shrugged, not daring to mention the messy breakup she'd just experienced and dampen the mood, "Although this is a <i>lot </i>colder than what I had in mind." As if in cue, she shivered lightly before picking up the warm drink again, sipping on the beverage in hops of absorbing some of it's warmth.<br/>
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Whilst thinking about her own relationship, she found her gaze had wandered down to his hands that were settled onto the table. No wedding band. Was he engaged? In a relationship? Dare she ask? <br/>
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"I feel like we have <i>so </i>much to catch up on. What's it been - more than 10 years?" Soft laughter floated between them as she leaned forward slightly, "So what's the juicy gossip on the street? Fiancee? Girlfriend? Kids? Five pet dogs? Gone to jail?" A daring glint wavered through her eyes as she begged for the answers to her questions.<br/>
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