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She’s sitting in the corner in jean shorts and a Jackson Brews T-shirt, her hair in a ponytail, and her knees tucked into her chest.

“Are you okay?” I gulp in air. I think I’ve been holding my breath since I got here.

“I got the job in Florida,” she says.

I nod slowly. Fuck. This isn’t what I was hoping for.

I sit next to her—close enough that I could reach her hand if she let me