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ing on my nerves. Groaning, I swung my hand down to silence it b

t out a soft sigh, wishing I could go back to sleep. Work could wait-or

Clinton is goi

the bathroom. I was already 15 minutes late for my shift at the

d the incident I didn't dare dwell on-I start

a decent-sized balcony. But it fit me perfectly. The aesthetic aligned with my

iting my nails in anxiety. But I was happier now than

e warm weather outside called for something breezy. I slipped on a pastel pink skirt that stopped just

of Athens, my bag bouncing against my side. At least the bakery was only fifteen minutes away. The beauty of Greece-the soft, early

nxiety clawing at my chest.

t Bakery came into view, I slowed do

kitchen, a hand clamped down on my arm. The gri

Mrs. Clinton's voice hit me like a freight train. Her shr

arely above a whisper. My heart pounde

owl. "Yeah, sure. Whatever. Just get t

her fingers had been. My breath shuddered out as I forced my feet to

o his ear. The moment he spotted me, his face lit up. He

." His tone wa

uttered, though I couldn't help t

rked, dodging my half-he

said, though my voice

matically. "Anyway, we better get to work before t

nts there,

n walked in, probably in his mid-twenties, dressed in a crisp white t-shirt and blac

g my best customer-service smile. "Welcome

and warm. "Can I get a slice of blueberry cheesecake

tammered, ducking my head

he corrected with a cha

d hesitantly. Why w

y." His words were light, playf

ank you" and hurried

ou?" Levi demanded, his tone ti

ting my head in confusion. "May

something un

t?" I asked

Go back to work," he

ed Dante's order an

utes, he approached

xpression warm. "Did y

art skipping a beat.

redible. This might just be my

by the compliment. "Thank yo

en-dollar note.

but he was alre

th Levi, and the occasional scolding from Mrs. Clinton. By the t

on walking me

rmly. His presence reminded me so much of my brother,

t, he kissed the top of my

murmured, hugging him

irt and pants and collapsed onto my bed. My stoma

uld afford. Ignoring the hunger pangs, I closed m

lways did. But for now, I clung to t