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Twent y  minu tes  later,  I  flip  the     sign   to  closed .  Just  a   few  more  day s.  I

                lock  the  door  and   walk  to  my  car,  but  stop  sho rt  when  I  see  someo ne
                lea ni ng  agains t it. It takes  me  a moment  to rec ogni ze  hi m. He’s facing
                the  other  direc tion,  talking  on hi s cel l pho ne.
                    I tho ught  he  was  meeting me at  the restau ran t, but okay.
                    The  ho rn  beep s  on  my  car  when  I  hi t  the  Unl ock  button,   and   R yle
                spins   around .  He  grins   when   he      sees   me.   “Yes ,  I  agree, ”  he   says  int o

                the   phone.     He    wraps    an   arm    around     my   sho ulder    and    pulls   me
                agains t  hi m,  pres sing   a  kiss  to  the  top  of  my  hea d.  “We’l l  talk  about  it
                tomorro w,” he  says. “Somet hi ng  rea lly important  just came  up.”
                    He  ha ng s  up  the  pho ne  and   slides   it  int o  hi s  pocket ,  then  he  kisses
                me.   It’s  no t  a  hel lo  kiss.  It’s  an  I’ve- been- thi nk ing -about-you-no ns top
                kiss.  He  wraps  both  arms  around   me  and   spins   me  unt il  I’m  backed
                up  agains t  my  car,  where      he   cont inu es   to  kiss  me  unt il  I  start  to  feel

                dizzy    again.     When      he   pulls    back,    he’s    looking     down      at   me
                apprec iativel y.
                    “You  kno w  whi ch  part  of  you  drives   me  the  crazies t?”  He  bring s  hi s
                fing ers   to  my  mouth  and   traces   my  smile.   “Thes e, ”  he  says.  “Your  lips.
                I love  ho w they ’re  as red  as your  ha ir  and  you don’t ev en  ha ve  to wea r
                lipstick.”

                    I   grin   and    kiss   hi s   fing ers .   “I   bet ter   watch   you   around    my   mom,
                then,  bec ause  ev er yone  says we  ha ve  the  same  mouth. ”
                    He   pauses    hi s   fing ers    agains t   my   lips   and    he   stops   smiling .   “Lily.
                Just . . . no.”
                    I laugh  and  open  my door. “Are  we  taking  sep arate  cars?”
                    He  pulls  the  door  open  for  me  the  res t  of  the  way  and   says,  “I  took
                an  Uber  here  from work. We’l l ride  toget her.”


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                My  mother  is  alrea dy  sea ted   at  a  table  when      we  arri ve.   Her   back  is  to

                the  door as I lea d the  way.
                    I’m  ins tant ly  impres sed   by  the   res taurant .  My  ey es   are  drawn  to  the
                warm,     neu tral   colors   paint ed    on   the   walls   and    the   almost   full-sized
                tree  in  the  middle  of  the  res taurant .  It  looks  like  it’s  growing   straight
                out   of   the   floor,   almost     as   if   the   ent ire   res taurant    was   des igned

                around   the  tree.   R yle  follows  closel y  behi nd   me  with  hi s  ha nd   on  my
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