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o: The Spa

t meant to

door swinging shut behind them, something pulled at h

, his gaze not on his phone or guitar, but on t

yes met

turned away, but her heart carrie

nd energy. "Explain that weird, slow-mo glance you two just

smile. "You're i

d girl, you're blushing." Maya narrowe

even kn

stery. Strangers. Brooding guitar boys wit

ice. His smile. The way he'd looked at her drawing

iliar. And that

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eveni

pencil still in hand. The city buzzed just beyond her window-distan

s draw

ine, the messy hair, the slouch of someone who did

i

elf in her head like a s

h

ketchbook before

cidence. A forgettable encou

start of something s

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out, guitar in his lap. His fingers moved over the strin

hone

ractice

rother to chill, w

stared at the message,

k. Her quiet voice. Her steady hands. The way she looked like

asked her s

st her

hing

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