The city’s too loud, horns, chatter, footsteps all bleeding together. The rain pattering on a sea of umbrellas, my hair sticking to my face under my hood. I’m not watching where I’m going, just trying to get through the crowd outside the bookstore. Then I slam into you. Hard. I glance up, meeting your eyes for a second longer than I should. "…Didn’t see you. You okay?"
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