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She peered out the window while she waited for her coffee, her gaze transfixed by the mesmerizing snowflakes as they fluttered and danced in the air. The flurry of white flakes had intensified, coming down in heavy waves that blanketed the ground below.
She’d be here for the next month.
She would more than likely run into Quinn again at some point, and maybe she’d find out what her story was.
4
Quinn had barely sat down before Lucy was quizzing her.
“Who was that?” Lucy asked with a smirk.
“Who?” Quinn slid Lucy’s apple crumble towards her.
“The woman in the line.”
“Oh.” Quinn shook her head. “No one.” She picked up her spoon and dug into the warm apple crumble. The apples were tart yet sweet. They’d been cooked perfectly so that they still had some bite but they melted in her mouth with an almost caramel-like creaminess as she chewed them slowly, savoring the delicious flavors.
“What do you mean no one? I saw the whole thing. She couldn’t take her eyes off you. She looked almost starstruck.”
Quinn ignored Lucy’s commentary, preferring to concentrate on eating instead.
“She’s cute,” Lucy continued. “You should ask her out.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“How do you even know she’s gay?” Quinn asked between bites.
“Besides the fact that she couldn’t take her eyes off you?” Lucy shrugged. “What does it matter? If she’s not interested, she’ll say no. And that’s definitely not going to happen.”
Quinn dropped her spoon with a clatter as she sat back in her chair. “She used to be a student of mine.”
Instead of deterring Lucy, that only made her more persistent. “What?” Lucy was grinning now. “No…”
“Yes. And I’m not asking out a former student. Plus, there’s the age difference. So, no. Definitely not happening.”
“What’s her name?”
“Emily.”
“And how long ago did you have her in your class?”
“She said twelve years ago,” Quinn said, returning to her apple crumble.
“Hm. I see.”
“You see what, exactly?”
“Do you remember all of your past students’ names?”
Quinn swallowed her food. “No. Not every single one of them.”
“Then why her?”
Quinn bit her lip. “Honestly? It was impossible for me not to remember her. It did take a second, you know, for me to realize where I knew her from, but once I did? I could remember exactly where she used to sit. Her hair was shorter then. Not too much.”
“Why was it impossible?” Lucy asked, leaning forward now, her arms on the table, her apple crumble still sitting untouched between them.
