When Anne Garreta takes the coffee from the barista, their fingers brush against each other. Anne had not previously noticed the freckling in the iris, nor the fullness of the lips, nor the hospitality of the spot where chin becomes throat. Their fingertips separate as Anne takes the cup. The charge lingers, though the moment cannot. The two never speak, and Anne only manages to catch the first letter on the nametag.
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