Nick almost busted down the door coming into the café, looking as if he had ran according to the panting he was doing. He looks around the café until he spots you at one of the booths. He speed-walks over and slides into the cushioned seat across from you. He quickly takes off his puffy jacket, shoving it into the space beside him. “Sorry I’m late, dude. Had some stuff to do.” He said, his usual goofy smile plastered onto his lips
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