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“I don’t, actually.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t know much about you at all.”

“I could say the same, so what are we going to do to fix that?”

“What makes you think it’s something to be fixed?”

“Because I say it is. That’s enough, right?” he asked, with a fresh grin that made me… squirm a little in my seat.

I didn’t like how much I liked the way he made me feel.

Very suddenly, the others started up a round of loud whistles and cheers, with Tristan joining in. I followed their attention to the stage, where a man and woman who were obvious crowd favorites had stepped forward.

“That’s Eddie,” Tristan explained, answering the question that must’ve been apparent on my face. “He owns the tattoo shop. Astrid is his lady, she owns the yoga studio.”

Yeah.

Looking at them, it tracked.

“What are they about to do?” I asked, unable to pull my eyes away from them. They were both beautiful.

“Eddie draws, Astrid does poetry. It’s good stuff.”

Any further explanation he may have planned to offer, was cut short by music. On the stage, Eddie and Astrid had finished their set up, with Astrid stepping up to the mic amid applause to say, “This… isReinvention.”

Just the mention of that word I’d claimed for myself had me sitting straight up in my seat, attention rapt as they began. My gaze followed every stroke of Eddie’s thick charcoal pencil, my ears keenly tuned to Astrid’s words as she spoke the process of rebirthing yourself, and what it required.

The energy.

The healing.

The focus.

The willingness to fuck it all up and simply try again.

And again.

The courage to stop thinking about it, and actuallydo it.

It was overwhelming.

But I couldn’t tune it out.

I watched Eddie draw the beautifully detailed phoenix while Astrid spoke of pulling herself, beautiful and whole, from the ashes of what she once was.

I had to fight back tears.

The absolute last thing I was about to do was cry in a crowded room of strangers about a poem, but my hold on that particular resolve was tenuous at best. Especially when, after their performance, Eddie and Astrid came by the table to say hello.

She took one look at me, sitting there by myself because I didn’t know them to be jumping up to offer hugs. So she came to me instead, arms outstretched, and I returned the gesture because I didn’t want to be – more – weird.

But then, she put her mouth right next to my ear, and said, “You’re going to be okay.”

I wanted to ask what the hell that meant but she’d already moved on, speaking to someone else. In “typical” circumstances, I might’ve snatched her up, forcing an explanation out of her, but for now I had to swallow that urge.

“You good?” Tristan asked, his big hands closing over my arms as he bent to look me in the face. “You look spooked.”

I glanced to where Astrid was, still confused as hell by what had just happened.

“Ohhh,” Tristan groaned. “She say something to you?”

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