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“Final’s week!” Sophie sunk into her chair.
“Final’s week!” Keefe propped his elbows on the counter.
“Yay!” She hung her head back.
“Woohoo!” He imitated a party blower.
“I’m dead inside.”
“Same.”
“Aren’t we all?” A new voice joined the conversation from behind Sophie.
Keefe sighed. He knew that voice.
Apparently, Sophie did too, because she instantly turned around and laughed, “What are you doing
here!?”
“You asked me to come!”
“I didn’t think you actually had time! Especially since it’s final’s week and-”
“I’ll always make time for you, Soph,” he reassured, before pulling her into a hug.
Keefe rolled his eyes and coughed, “Get a room.”
Sophie drew back and sighed, “Seriously?”
He smiled in response.
“Anyway,” Sophie continued. “This is my Fitz, my boyfriend-”
“Yeah we-”
“And Fitz,” Sophie glared at Keefe, “This is my friend K-”
“Keefe.”
“Why does everyone keep interrupt- wait. How do you know his name?”
He grinned, “Yeah, how’d you know my name?”
Fitz froze for a second.
“It. Uh. It’s on his nametag.”
“Oh you piece of shi-”
“He never wears his nametag.”
Keefe rolled his eyes again, “If you’d just let me talk Foster. Me and Wonderboy here are roommates!”
“What!?” She turned to Fitz, who just nodded.
“You never told me you had a roommate!”
He shrugged, “It never came up.”
“Keefe feigned surprise, “What?” he gasped. “I thought we were friends! You should be singing songs
and writing poems in my praise-”
“In your dreams.” Fitz shot back.
“Nightmares, you mean-”
“You just changed your mind! So we’re only friends when it works for you?”
“Ha!” Keefe jumped. “So you admit we’re friends!”
“Get a room, you two,” Sophie interjected.
“Look at him,” Keefe didn’t miss a beat. “Cheating- and right in front of you!” he shook his head.
Sophie put her head down on the counter. “This was a bad idea,” she muttered.
But Keefe and Fitz were too caught up in their bromance to hear her.
“What can I say?” Fitz smirked. “With a face like this, everyone’s dying to get a chance.”
“Until they hear you talk, you mean?”
“Aw, you two fight like a married couple! But we still have exams starting on Monday. Keefe, you know
you’re still at work, right?” Sophie opened her computer bag.
“Mhm, but I usually only get people stuff after they order.”
Sophie glared at him.
“Damn. Okay,” he turned to Fitz. “Is she always this scary?”
“Nah, it’s probably just finals nerves. I mean- we’ve been here less than ten minutes and she already has
her computer out.”
“Yeah- Hey! That’s a new record! She’s usually typing on her way in.”
Sophie pouted, “You guys are loud.”
“We’re in a coffee shop Soph. It’s a public place,” Fitz laughed, and kissed her head.
Keefe cleared his throat.
“Oh no. PDA. Must kill them,” Sophie muttered, and the group burst out laughing.
“I hate to kill the mood,” Fitz sat down beside Sophie once they had recovered, “But we really should
start studying now if we want to get anything done.”
Sophie and Keefe nodded in agreement.
“Oh! And I still need to get you your drink!” Keefe disappeared behind the counter.
“Finally.”