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ELEVEN | SEAFALL
I wrung my hands together nervously as I waited for Cyrus. I felt silly for being so on edge – so excited – so I forcibly dropped my hands and held them limp at my sides. That felt unnatural, so I leant against the trunk of a nearby tree. But the tree was further from me than I’d expected, so I stumbled, my arms swinging, until the palm of my bare hand made contact and scraped down the frosty, rough bark.
There was a snicker from behind me, and I yanked myself upright. I sucked in a lungful of bitterly cold air, and a blush crept up a neck as I turned to look back.
Cyrus, cool as ever, was leant against the old stone wall of the crumbling bank. It had been an independent bank for years, but, hard as the locals had tried to keep it, it had eventually succumbed to a pay out from a chain. This particular wall had become infamous within the Seafall community, as groups of protestors would spray this area of stone &ndas
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Harper grinned at me as Grace and I filed out from the back room. I smoothed down my apron, wanting something to do with my hands. I smiled back at him nervously, glancing at his soft, brown eyes for only a second before my own eyes started darting around the room, trying to find Cyrus.Being unable to spot him filled me with conflicting emotions. Was it good or bad, better or worse, that I couldn’t see him easily?I decided that, for the time being, at least, I would push him out of my mind. He was just a customer, and Harper, sweet, gentle Harper, was sat at the bar, leaning heavily across the counter and waiting for me to say something to him.“Hi,” I said.Harper frowned, standing immediately and reaching for me. “Are you okay, Cals?”“She’s been like this all day,” Grace chipped in, shaking her head at me.&n
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