And then he was gone.
Julian took a sip—actually, it was a slug—of coffee. It went down the correct pipe, but a pocket of air went down with it. The bubble was large enough to cause instant pain in her chest, radiating to her back. Geez—I just met the most beautiful boy. Now I'm dying!
In a minute, the bubble found its way north, but not before Natalie said, “Well! I would say that it’s quite clear that you and the young lad may grow to be”—she paused, exaggerating a sip of coffee with pinky extended—“rather fond of one another.”
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