When We Met
Chapter 25
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When we met…
I had noticed you first. At least I think I did. Though you'd say you saw me come in.
This time, I could feel you as you approached from the back.
My hair was over my shoulder as I jotted words on the page.
"Bella."
I looked up.
"Hi."
"What are you…what are you doing here?"
I shrugged, not really knowing what to say.
"Having dinner." I smiled as I set my pen down and pulled the journal close to me.
My anxiety was back, but for entirely different reasons.
Your proximity had me breathless. So much different than when we met…
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