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She’s tired, a heavy feeling having settled into her bones the moment she heard about Grayson Castillo and only continued to weigh down as she had spent the better part of the previous day and night consoling Blake. It’s a problem she doesn’t know how to fix, because there is no fixing it and that is a difficult reality that she needs to accept. She just needed a minute to breath in some fresh air, something not tainted with death and loss and before she knows it, her feet have carried her to the familiar diner --- or more accurately, to Ryan. Which always seems to be where Rowan ends up when her world feels like it has been pulled out from underneath of her.
“You look like you’re thinkin’ pretty hard,” she comments, brows raising as she slides onto the stool at the counter of the diner. Elbows leaning against the cool tile, she lets her head drop into an upturned palm and gives Ryan a small smile, though it’s more tired than joyful. “Penny for your thoughts?”
















