𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖤.

ㅤㅤㅤʚㅤ31.ㅤ𝓽𝗘𝙍𝙍𝖠𝗦𝖠𝗩𝗘ㅤ𝓶ember.ㅤ⺌ㅤITㅤALLㅤ𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗦ㅤAWAY.ㅤ—ㅤBUTㅤHOWㅤDIDㅤITㅤGOㅤ𝓢͟𝓞ㅤWRONGㅤ.ᐣ

[𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖤. @MVDEINHEAVEN]

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ㅤ𝒊tㅤwasㅤrare,ㅤ𝕴ㅤwasㅤthere.
ㅤ𝕴ㅤrememberㅤitㅤ𝖆͟𝖑͟𝖑ㅤtooㅤ𝖜͟𝖊͟𝖑͟𝖑.
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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < both. Was that even possible?

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < to have dinner. The important thing was that they were both okay, reunited. “Actually... I think I'd rather not talk about work... If that's okay with you.”

She wanted to know everything about him, but she wanted to find a way to avoid mentioning the past that haunted them >

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < sealing her choice in her mind, Claire left the menu on the table. Immediately, she continued speaking.

“What have you been hearing?”

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < in their relationship.

“I see,” the young woman replied, looking down at the menu. She went for the basics. “Yes, I'm still with TerraSave. I'm now more in the coordination than in the field. I go out when the missions get tough and there aren't enough people.”

After >

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < no weapons - well, maybe he had some stashed around - no politics.

After Leon's multiple advances, she decided to be the one to break the silence.

“So... You're still working for the president.”

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < booth and reply with at least a monosyllable.

“Y-yes.”

The woman sat down across from him, setting the flowers carefully to the side of the seat, not letting them out of her sight. And once she was comfortable, she looked at him directly. He was in front of her, no suits, >

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < ahead. “I'm really hungry.”

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < able to show him in years, and then looked down. She didn't want to say it wasn't necessary, because it was. It was meaningful. It was Leon again.

The activist reacted in time to answer his question and get going.

“Yes, let's go in,” she said, taking the initiative to go >

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < standing by the entrance, wearing a leather jacket that fit him the same as it had years ago. And in his hands... flowers?

Claire took the next step.

“Hey,” she greeted, casual, hiding her excitement. “Sorry I'm late.”

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@TRIEDTOBGOOD < sleeve blouse and a pair of skinny jeans. On top, she wore a black jacket to protect her from the night dew. Nothing that screamed she cared, but enough to make it clear she had thought about it.

At 21:05, the woman arrived at the diner. She saw him before he saw her. Leon, >