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I don’t know why we’re never so happy with the here-and-now.

“Is that my favorite broken stranger?”

The voice rang out, surprising Elise so much that she nearly dropped the diary and the photograph. She blinked up into the handsome face of Wayne, the coffee shop owner, who took a seat directly in front of her and leaned over his chair. Again, he looked at her as though she was the only woman who had ever existed on the earth.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. She couldn’t suppress her excitement at seeing him.

“I should ask you the same thing. Actually, what I should ask you is why you ran out of my coffeeshop today,” Wayne said. “I told you. I wanted to give you a cup of coffee. Help you out a little bit. And get your name, which I haven’t managed to get yet.”

“You have already done enough,” Elise said.

“I don’t know about that. But you seem healed up, okay...?”

“Elise. And yes. The band-aides were such a huge help,” Elise said. “And I...”

At that moment, the orchestra began their initial warm-up. String instrumentation brewed as their players busied themselves tuning. Elise and Wayne made heavy eye contact, and Wayne shrugged. “We can talk after,” he mouthed.

We can talk after.

The words buzzed through Elise’s mind, so much so that she found it very difficult to concentrate throughout the beautiful orchestra performance. She practically blacked out halfway through, and only came-to when everyone around her burst to their feet in applause.

“That was incredible!” Wayne said, turning toward her, his eyes bright.

“Yes. It really was,” Elise agreed, cursing herself for her daydreaming. How much of her life had she lost, living in another fictional world?

But those blue eyes stared back at her, even as he continued to clap. She had a sense, for the first time in several weeks, that everything would be okay.

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