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the moment played out as one might only expect them to in film. every movement made after her eyes had landed on him dragged on in slow motion, the murmur of a few voices and the early 2000′s music that backed the nearly empty convenience store going quiet. to be fair, the entire situation august now found herself in may as well have been ripped from your standard romcom or dramatic coming-of-age film, down to the neon lights from the sign outside pouring in through the windows. a boy, a girl, separated by circumstance and state lines and eight entire years of distance, who happened to find themselves in the same tiny gas station store in the middle of their hometowns late at night, all those years later. it felt so liminal, so imaginary that she nearly reached out in his direction to see if he was, in fact, real. but common sense caught up with her before she could truly embarrass herself, august tearing her gaze from the back of his head for a moment before shoving both hands in her jacket pockets. but despite her efforts—despite the part of her that figured it’d be better if she dodged her way out of this—her feet began moving, walking her down the snack isle in the direction of the roller grill near the register until she came to olli’s side. “believe it or not, the pizza tastes exactly the same as it did back in high school,” she noted, eyes remaining on the glass for a second or two longer before offering a small smile in his direction. there was no mistaking it from this close—it was him. not an apparition, not some sort of visual manifestation of a memory, not a face on the cover of entertainment weekly, but the real deal. “guess you could consider that a good or a bad thing.”