Hollis says. He sounds amused. As well he might given that I’m staring dumbly at the order-bot, lost in thought. Amelia was fast asleep when I left her in the soft gray light of pre-dawn. The sight of her dark hair spread over the pillows, the gentle rise and fall of her breathing, the slight flush clinging to her cheeks, all of it lingers in my mind, at once a temptation and a benediction. Above all, the memory of seeing my ring on her finger stirs me deeply. In my wildest dreams, I could never have asked for more. Not even the climb back down the balcony could dent my mood. I’ve managed to shower, shave, and even put on a suit in anticipation of seeing Amelia later. I have it in mind to take her out to dinner. But first I have to remember how to operate the damn order-bot. “Coffee, black,” I say. The satisfying hiss and aroma of freshly ground beans perks up my brain cells. I wouldn’t say they’re fried, more off in their own little happy place. “You’re here early,” Hollis observes.
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