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As the day seemed to turned dark, cloudy, and even a bit grey, Beau had figured he was going to need a cup of coffee or two while at the station all day. Despite being a vampire, the past time of fancy espresso was not lost upon him, even if he couldnât even enjoy the taste or the rush anymore. And, just as he was leaving the shop, two coffees in hand to last all day, he bumped into the girl while remaining stable enough to keep things balanced and not lose a drop. âYeah, you should probably watch where youâre going next time. You could have made me spill this.â He glanced down at his outfit, making sure none had gotten on him before lifting a brow at her. âItâs Beau. Do I look like a Brad to you?â He rolled his eyes at the insolence that was before him.
Under the protection of the awning outside the coffee shop, Frannie could at least hold some sort of conversation with the guy. Clearly, it wasnât starting off as a decent one, to no fault but her own. âYet you didnât, so...â Her shoulders shrugged, the coffee spilling worse than if it wouldâve started raining. She wouldnât have wanted to ruin her outfit just as much as he seemed not to want to ruin his. âYouâre lucky I even remembered meeting you, pretty boy. I doubt you remember mine, at least I made some sort of effort.â













