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[takecourage]

It's a weekend but Darlington has to work at the museum -- some kind of special event -- so Alex texts Caleb and asks him if he wants to meet her for lunch. The weather is pretty pleasant - some sun, warm enough to just be wearing a t-shirt and jeans but not so hot yet that she's sweating. She sits outside the cafe they've arranged to meet at, shades in place, idly flicking through her phone. Sometimes, she wishes she as the kind of girl who'd have a paperback in her bag for this kind of thing, this kind of waiting, but she isn't, so she doesn't. No matter how successfully she might reinvent herself into Darrow Alex, she figures that some things will always be true and Alex has never quite had the knack of reading for pleasure.

So she waits.

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[takecourage]

"Shit. Is that whatit is?" she says, nudging him under the table with the toe of her boot. She's joking, but she does love it, really; other than Mira, nobody had really cared about her that much her whole life, not until she got to Darrow.

Now, these days, she's got more love than she knows what to with.