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It wasn’t often that Freddie found themself in the little local coffee shop. But they were actually outside early enough that it was open and cam wasn’t on shift at Big Cs, so oat milk-praline-iced latte here they come.
What? It was a special treat.
They were hanging around the counter, waiting to hear their name (or Frankie. It usually came out Frankie), when they spotted a...somewhat familiar face. They’d seen her at the meeting, at least. Ordinarily, they wouldn’t have said anything, but it seemed like a good idea to maybe get to know these people. “Oh, hey! Val...entina, right?” Probably not a great idea to start shortening names right away. They indicated themself with a lifted hand. “Freddie – I was also at the meeting. Danny’s meeting.”
It had been her, right? If it hadn’t they’d just go home and never leave before 11pm ever again. But no, she was distinctive. Exceptionally well put together, for one thing, with a sense of...importance in the way she carried herself. Had Cameron mentioned anything about her? Freddie wracked their mind.