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Atticus took Spencer’s hand in her own as they walked from his car into the apartment complex’s lobby. He looked over at Spencer, a smile on his face that he couldn’t shake. They had just returned from the bar with Spencer’s friends that Atticus actually ended up liking and they were both in pretty good moods. Their flights were booked for holidays, shopping was almost finished, and there weren’t any other cares in his mind at least. When he walked into the lobby with Spence on his arm he spotted someone at the front desk that looked way too familiar to him. “Candice?” he questioned, speaking a little bit louder than he normally would have. “Is that you?” When the girl turned around he couldn’t help but get a little bit of a wider smile. The conversation Spencer and him had the other day was being suspended from his mind from the alcohol in his system.
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