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It wasn’t hard to memorize John’s coffee order because he only ever drinks it black. No cream, no sugar, like a sociopath.
“Like your soul,” Emori says, each time she sets it in front of him. She knows that’s not true though, from how he grins at her—it amuses her a little, how smitten he is, and it makes her a little giddy when he texts the number she wrote on his receipt:
Hey, this is the soulless guy from Becca’s
Emori can’t conceal her smile as she rolls her eyes. Maybe he’s not the only one who’s smitten.
