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    Thegirlpushesopenthegssdoorandstepsintothecafé,breathinginthefragranceofcoffeebeansandpastriesasitenfoldsherinafamiliarembrace.Herhighheelsslightlywobbling,shewalksovertoatablebythefloor-to-ceilingwindowsandsits.Thesntedsunlightofmid-afternooncastsherawashile,inspicuousspotlight,herdarkhairabsitswarmth,ashawloverherbareshoulders.

    Shewearsawhitesleevelesstunidtealcroppedpants.Apairofnavy-rimmedgssesrestsonthebridgeofhernose,andtinyptinumcrestsdanglefromherears.

    “Goodafternoon,”saysthewaiterpleasantly.Heholdsalittlenotepadandapencil,preparedtojotdownherorders.“Whatwouldyouliketodrinktoday?”

    Thegirlsmilesupathim,hereyesglittering,andpointstwotablesawayata