Ianthe was thirty minutes early, and he was already there.She saw him from the bus. Across the street from the store, under the shelter, the same dark coat. He stood with the kind of stillness people noticed even when they didn't know they'd noticed. A man walking a dog crossed the street to get around him.She'd told herself on the ride that he wouldn't come. People said things at one in the morning. They didn't mean them by evening.Then the bus doors folded open, and her stomach did something stupid.She crossed. He watched her come. He didn't smile, and he didn't pretend he wasn't watching."You said six," she said."I said I'd be here.""It's five-thirty.""I was early.""You were here before the bus." She narrowed her eyes. "How long?""A while.""Do you sleep?""Not recently."He said it so flatly that she laughed. It got out before she could stop it, short and surprised, and she felt it on her face afterward like an unfamiliar coat. She hadn't smiled at anyone li
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