MONICA I grabbed a notepad, pulled my cap lower, and tugged at my mask, thank God Carla made us wear them during shifts. Still, there was no mistaking my hair or voice. I had to get creative fast.I grabbed one of the oversized menus and pretended to be checking something on it as I walked toward their table, blocking my face as much as I could. I even pitched my voice lower when I said, “Hi, Good afternoon and welcome to Bean Dean Cafe, what can I get you guys?”They didn’t notice. Yet.One of them Dominic, I think, the one who always looked like he lived in the gym, grinned. “Yo, Damian, this place is actually nice. Didn’t think you were into coffee.”Damian didn’t laugh. He just shrugged, eyes scanning the menu. “Shut up and order, man.”Another guy leaned back. “So what’s up with you lately, bro? You’ve been acting all weird. Heard you’re hanging around Monica Lee again.”My stomach clenched. I held the notepad steady, pretending to write something even though my brain had comple
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