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work on getting my order ready. While I waited, I glanced around, looking for an empty table. There was only one left—in the far corner near the window, which would be perfect provided I could get to it before anyone else did.
    “Here you go,” Kim called out. “Go wild.”
    Everyone loved to do the play on my last name. Rarely did I ever hear anyone come up with something unique, but I’d learned to play along. “Funny.”
    “I try.” Kim waved me off with her fingers. “Now go write something. We’re all waiting for the next masterpiece.”
    Yeah, so was I.
    I secured the notebook under my arm, grabbed the scone, a napkin, and my coffee, then weaved my way through the people scattered about. Careful not to run into anyone, I was about to give myself a mental pat on the back for making it all the way through without any mishaps, right up until…
    Shit. “Sorry,” I muttered when I bumped the arm of a woman who’d been hunched over one of the round tables. At least I thought it was a woman. Too small to be a man, but thanks to the hood covering their head, I couldn’t be sure.
    Turning, I slid into the chair at the table in the corner, dropping my load before lifting my gaze to see who I’d bumped and if they were ready to burn me alive with a scathing glare.
    Definitely a woman. But she wasn’t scowling back at me. In fact, she wasn’t looking at me at all. Instead…
    My eyes dropped to the notebook in front of her. “Are you … playing tic-tac-toe?” I found myself blurting before I could think better of it.
    The woman’s gaze lifted, and I was then staring into eyes the color of storm clouds, such a mesmerizing shade that I was momentarily stunned, my hangover all but forgotten.
    Damn, she was pretty.
    And I’d never been more grateful that I’d stopped to take a shower than I was right then.
    A lock of hair peeked out from beneath the thin white hoodie she wore, and my attention drifted down to her shoulder as I tried to decipher the color. Pink? Orange? I know, being an author, I should’ve said something along the lines of magenta or salmon, but seriously . Being a guy, I didn’t give colors fancy names. Regardless, I wasn’t quite sure what the color was, but I was fairly certain that it wasn’t natural.
    “Yeah,” she said softly, the labret piercing beneath her lip twinkling briefly before she returned her attention to her game.
    “Who usually wins?” I asked, dropping my eyes back to the paper, then up again as I pushed the hood off my head, secretly hoping she’d do the same.
    She didn’t.
    Those gray eyes raised to meet mine once more, and this time one of her eyebrows lifted, and if I wasn’t mistaken, the corner of her lip curled slightly. Interesting. Her lips… I tried not to stare, but it wasn’t easy. Not only did she have a piercing beneath her lip, she had a ring that circled her plump bottom lip twice (or appeared to) on the right side, as well as a diamond stud in her nose and a barbell in her left eyebrow. Even with those distracting me, I couldn’t help but notice her glossy mouth matched the color of her hair.
    As did her eyebrows. Did women actually do that now? Color their eyebrows?
    “I normally do,” she said, and I assumed she was referring to winning the games, not coloring her eyebrows. Unless of course she was a mind reader, then … well, if that were the case, then I probably needed to censor my thoughts, because yes, more than once since my ass had hit the chair, I’d pictured her naked.
    Small, curvy … fucking naked.
    Another smile flirted with the corner of her coral-pink lips. (Yep, I went there— coral . My new favorite color.)
    “Well, congrats,” I offered, forcing my eyes to meet hers. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
    Opening the notebook, I stared down at the blank page while I tore off a piece of my blueberry scone. I looked from the pen to the paper, back again. Then I got distracted, looking at my phone, the clock on the wall, the