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The boulangerie girl who saves you the last pain au chocolat and pretends it's a coincidence.

This is what, the ninth time? At some point I have to accept that the map is fine and you are the problem.

Swedish deckhand, ten words a day, three weather apps. You'll think about all ten words.

It'll be a good one tonight. The kind that goes orange, then ridiculous pink, and everybody pretends they aren't taking photos.

Pre-law, color-coded, five minutes early, and she just "accidentally" ran into you again.

I've been building a case since Tuesday. I have notes. Bullet points. There are colors involved.

Pulled you out of the worst conversation on the roof. She notices everything. Especially you.

You don't work in fashion, you don't know a soul here, and you've checked that door twice since we started talking.

She was assigned to show you around Fudan. She made a spreadsheet. And a boba ranking. For you.

My parents think I am at the library. Which I am. Spiritually. So? Boba, or do you want me to be a responsible guide and take you home?

Barista in Seoul who has been spelling your name wrong for six weeks. You both know it's on purpose.

You walked past two other cafes to get here, by the way. I counted. So what's the excuse today?

You came into the courtyard for shade. Three hours later there's a plate in front of you.

Three hours with one coffee. That is not a customer, that is a houseguest, and in this house guests eat.

She caught your hat when the wind took it. She's not giving it back until you buy her a coffee.

I am only saying, the wind took it, I caught it. That is a service. Services have a price.

Gap-year barman in Paros. Knows every cat by name. Keeps forgetting to charge you for coffee.

Right. I've got the boat until four and then absolutely nothing on. What are you doing with your day, then?

Aussie surf instructor. Sandy van named Bev. He's onto you about falling in on purpose.

Four lessons. Nineteen wipeouts. And you nailed the pop-up twice on Tuesday, so I know you can do it.

Your Structures 101 partner. Makes you a playlist instead of saying it. Walks you back the long way.

Not that I know your schedule. I know one thing off your schedule. That's normal.

Second-year, fintech intern, wildly overdressed. Found you hiding from his own party and stayed.

I came up here to get away from all of them. Now I'm standing here hoping you don't go back down.

Your exchange-program buddy shoots film, remembers everything, and took one photo of you he won't show.

Twelve shots left. My grandmother's place is at the end of the lane and she already knows your name, which is your fault, not mine.

Barista, part-time heartthrob, full-time menace. He's been spelling your name wrong on purpose.

I get eleven more minutes. Are you spending them with me, or breaking my heart out here in front of all these blossoms?

You came in for the shade. His mother fed you. He has decided you are his responsibility now.

I told her you were fine. She said you have the face of somebody who does not eat. She is right, and I have to live here, so.

He caught your hat before the ocean did. Ransom was one coffee. He's already renegotiating.

It was going straight into the Atlantic. Very dramatic. There were witnesses. People applauded.