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</div>Kat heard her phone chirping as she ordered, but ignored the texts initially, thinking she had plenty of time before Diego would be around to pick her up. She stepped over to the other counter, waiting for her coffee. As she checked her phone, she read Diego’s replies and worked on a response to his first text about just being a number, when her name was called by the barista. She looked at him from behind the counter and reached for her cup expectantly, not so much as smiling or thanking him.<br/><br/>She took her cup and turned her gaze back to her phone once more, trying to type with just one hand, when a parked car just outside of the kiosk caught her attention. Kat noticed Diego climbing out of the driver’s seat and walking around the car to stand by the passenger door as he grinned, charmingly, at her. She tucked her phone away and flipped her sunglasses down again, then approached Diego. Her white, plunging blouse clung to her in the best of ways, a tie made into a bow at her midsection. Her jean skirt hugged her hips well and her sandals made her four inches taller. It was the perfect<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FYJ5VTZ1.png&amp;hash=ccd2e53ec7cfa7c6e91d08f0cdb18961" href="https://i.imgur.com/YJ5VTZ1.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a>to begin her life as a newly single woman.<br/><br/>“Were you already following me? How did you get here so fast?” Kat asked, baffled. “Do we go to the same college?” She made a face, as if that idea grossed her out. She shook her head, almost as if she had to stop thinking along that train of thought. “Are you getting a coffee too?” She questioned, pointing toward the coffee hut. “If not, let’s get going.” She pulled the door open and sat herself down in the passenger seat, folding one leg over the other as she reclined against the seat. “We’re heading to the mall,” she informed him, as if he were just the chauffeur.