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She breathes in before she can stop herself. Deep, unmistakable, the kind of inhale that has nothing to do with reading a paragraph.
Emily freezes.
She pulls back fast, turns, and stares at Andy with her eyes gone wide, something close to panic behind them, like she's just been caught at something far worse than sitting too close to a coworker.
"Em," Andy starts.
"No." Emily's already standing, already reaching for her bag, voice gone thin and fast. "Andrea. No."
And then she's gone, out the door and into the street like the building's on fire behind her, and Andy is left sitting alone at a table built for four, completely alone, with a half-finished paragraph, a caramel frappe gone warm, and the specific, useless realisation that she misses Emily. Badly. Actively. In a way she hasn't let herself feel in twenty years, and can't, apparently, stop feeling now that she's started.Or: Andy catalogues fifteen things that have changed in Emily's life, except that they haven't changed at all. Not really.