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#Flashback - February 2019 (one month before Kishan’s death) @baileyfuge

Kishan sat down on a bench in the courtyard with a journal and text book next to him. He leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment, a little tired of staring at code all day. He took a deep breath, opening his eyes again. He squinted though because of the harsh sunlight reflecting off the buildings and sidewalk. He needed something to ease his mind and relax a little. And as if his prayers had been answered, he noticed Bailey walking by. He waved to try and flag her down. “Hey! Bailey!” He called out when only waving didn’t work. Once he caught her eye, he grinned and waved to her, hoping she’d come over to his bench.

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Mama mia! I need you! This shirt shrank more than I wanted it to.

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“Do I have any idea why they want entirely green lighting? No,” she said, laughing softly, “Am I going give them entirely green lighting? Yes.” She ran her hand through her hair. “‘Tis likely they’ll change their minds in a few days.” @bailey-slate

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Extra Study Help // Jack & Bailey

Jack approached the address Bailey had sent to him. He was lucky that it wasn't all that far from his apartment building, just a subway ride away. Slung over his shoulders was his backpack in which lay a text book and the few notes he had bothered to take. He felt odd coming to someone's home empty handed, so after departing the subway he had ran to the nearest starbucks and picked up a drink for each of them. Coffee for himself and tea for her.

He had spent quite awhile contemplating what to get her and in the end settled on the tea because in his own experience, while it was possible for people to dislike both tea and coffee, the dislike for tea was usually small enough that the person would still drink it and not mind all that much. He really hoped that was the case. He probably should have texted her to save himself the uncomfortable moment if she didn't like it, but of course Jack didn't think that far ahead.

In retrospect the drinks might have been a bad idea for another reason. Now he was standing at her door with no hands to knock on it. Awkwardly he lifted his elbow and rang the doorbell instead.