The grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon was, in Amira’s experience, the only sensible time to shop. No weekend crowds, no families with three carts, no one standing in the middle of the aisle staring at their phone. She came every other week, at the same time, with the same list, taking the same route through the store, staring at produce, and ending at the frozen section so nothing thawed before she got to the register.She had her basket in the crook of her elbow and was standing in the coffee aisle when she spotted the Classico on the top shelf. Third from the left. She was five-four on a good day, and the shelf was built for someone considerably taller. She stretched up onto her toes, fingers grazing the edge of the bag, and then a hand came over her head from behind and grabbed it cleanly.She turned around. It was Logan. It has been weeks since she saw him. He was in a plain grey hoodie and sweatpants, a small basket in his other hand, looking like he hadn’t expected this any
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