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Anna walked into the coffeeshop like she did every morning on her way to campus. This morning a photographer was putting up artistic photos on the gallery wall. One was a self-portrait in a mirror, holding the antique camera that apparently took all the photos.
As she stepped up to the counter, Kristoff already had her order ready to go.
“Am I really that predictable?” she laughed.
“You’re here every day,” he said, with a bit of a smirk. “I can make something else if you want something else.”
“No, this is good, thanks,” she said, swiping her credit card.