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Cora had been walking to the store, as they’d run out of muffins at the cafe. She knew they wouldn’t be as good as the ones made in the oven in the morning, but she figured some store-bought blueberry muffins would tie over the mid-afternoon rush. She stopped suddenly and looked in her bag, wondering if she’d left her wallet at the cafe, when she heard someone nearby talk to her. Her head snapped up and she noticed the man standing next to her, who’d asked something about paint on him. She scanned his face before replying. “You’ve got a little something… right here,” Cora said, swiping a bit of blue paint off his cheek with her thumb, letting her fingers rest on the underside of his jaw, before removing her hand.Â
Beckett blinked when she reached up and touched his face with her thumb, not expecting her to actually wipe it off herself. He anticipated that she would tell him where it was, and he could run off to the bathroom to get it off… but instead she just wiped it off anyway. “Oh, thank you.” He said quietly, his hand moving the place on his face where she had just touched. “I always forget to check before I leave the house, I swear I’ve gone so many places with paint on my face, it’s embarrassing.”
“It’s no problem,” Cora said with a smile. “If I had a dollar for every time I left the house with flour on my shirt I’d be a millionaire.” She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and ran a hand through her hair before offering out her hand. “I’m Cora,” she said.Â
