Leslie's left hand tapped endlessly on the hardwood table. Her other hand held a cup of nearly empty boba as she took a nervous sip and waited. She'd agreed to meet this person at a popular boba shop downtown. It was midsummer, so she was seated outside in a peach sundress and black boots. If she wasn't so nervous, she'd appreciate the place and enjoy the sun comfortably. Meeting up with a stranger wasn't her cup of tea, but something about the whole ordeal felt… right to her.
As she waited, she recalled the call she received an hour ago.
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"Good day to you. Am I speaking to Miss Leslie Harrison?" a quirky male voice sounded.
"Uh, yeah," Leslie said, not bothering to clarify that she was now a Blackwood. "This is she. May I know who's calling?"
"FINALLYY, I get to speak to you! How are you, my dear?" he said.
"Um, fine? May I know how you got my number, please?"
"Oh my, I know this sounds creepy, but I'm a huge fan," the man said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"You are?" Leslie
