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“La’an?”
The voice, at once intimately familiar and distorted by time and distance, made La’an’s hand slip. The pitcher she held clattered onto the bar as the steaming wand screeched, suddenly exposed to plain air. Scalding milk splattered onto her hands and seeped into the fabric of her shirt.
Fuck.
She looked up into the concerned blue eyes she already knew she would find on the other side of the plexiglass splatter shield, and fervently wished that she could melt into the floor tiles. “Una,” she said, impressively calm for how much her hands were smarting. “Fancy seeing you here.”