At first I imagined it had been one of those mistaken glances where both pairs of eyes lock on each other, take in as much of the other as possible and then keep moving. But when I looked again, as my head had been turning from the supermarket cashiers (this Starbucks was in a supermarket) and to the door, his green eyes were locked on mine again. And he was grinning. A hardly noticeable grin, but a grin. Internally, I smiled, and my chest felt warm like I'd swallowed a shot of tequila followed by firewater. Outwardly, my gaze locked briefly on his. He had a short buzz cut, a sharply chiseled face, maybe twenty-two years old. And then I kept moving my head. Nothing to see here buddy! Move along now! In the moment straight after, I thought of Conall. And why I'd come to England to work. And the heat in my chest went cold. I bowed my head and dropped my gaze to the ground, defeated. -2- The guy was there again the next day, at the same Starbucks, same time, twelve-forty-five. My lunch break.
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