Your thoughts were cut off when auburn green eyes met yours and she flashed you a warm, charming smile. Gracie Danvers stood in a corner of the overly massive waiting room, her hands casually tucked in her pockets. “Y/n, right?” She asked, to which you managed a dull, awkward nod. She smiled again. “Great! I got us a table; I hope you don't mind, it's more toward the middle.”
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