Emilia“I still can’t believe it’s really you.” I laughed softly as I looked at Devon, my old friend from college. His hair was shorter than I remembered, and he had a bit of scruff now, but that familiar smirk, cocky, warm, was still there.“I could say the same,” he said with a grin, folding his arms across his chest. “You just popped out of nowhere and nearly knocked the wind out of me. I still remember how you almost did the exact same thing four years ago.”“Wasn’t my fault. You were standing in the doorway like some lost golden retriever.”He chuckled. “Still sassy, I see.”I shrugged. “Some things never change.”We stood near the gym’s smoothie bar, just a few steps away from the weight section. The space buzzed with energy, clinking weights, upbeat music, people chatting in between sets. It smelled like sweat and fruit protein powder, which was a weird mix, but not unbearable.“You come here often?” he asked, sipping the green drink he ordered.“Lately, yeah,” I replied. “Need
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