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so machine. Amelia sat in her usual corner, a notebook open in front of her, the edges of its pages curling

e walk

jeans, he looked like someone who belonged to the background. But something about the way he carr

is voice smooth and war

chair across from her. The coffee shop was unusua

focus on her notebook, but her pe

he asked, nodding t

she replied with

he said, ext

grip was firm, his touch lingering

leaning back in his chair,

, especially not with someone who might actually know what they were ta

dge of her notebook. "About a woman who's trying

onal?" he asked,

y. Then, after a pause, "B

erstood. "Sounds compelling

decipher. "She moves to a new city, starts over. But she's kind of lost,

is voice thoughtful. "Sometimes the journey is the sto

und herself nodding. "That's true. I gu

will," he said

. Amelia found herself glancing at Nathan now and then, wondering what his story was. He see

er a while, "what brin

earby later today. But I always like to expl

not fr

d. "I move around a lot. Never

" Amelia said before s

aid too much. But then he nodded. "Sometimes it is. But it ha

otebook, suddenly aware of how close they were sitting

asked, his voice softer

. I guess I'm the opposite of you

said. "Sometimes stability i

ng to him. The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, and th

our writing," Nathan said after a while,

d quickly. "I wasn't ge

kled. "Writ

ike that," s

te to cut this short, but I really should get to

eeling a pang of disap

pulled out a business card. "If you ever want to ta

brushing his. "Thanks," she said

me before turning and

, her heart racing. Maybe today wasn'