It wasn’t hot anymore, but that didn’t stop me from crying out in shock as if I’d been scalded. With soccer-mom swiftness, Jack’s arm shot out in front of me like a shield, but the damage was already done. “Oh, God! I’m so sorry!” I wiped tea off my face and looked up to see a girl squatting beside me to help straighten the table. She was thin and small, but not as short as me, and she had asymmetrically cut hair that was black on the short side and streaked with purple and pink on the fringed, longer side. “My toe caught on the reed mat,” she explained in a tiny, high voice that didn’t match her wild hair. “I’m such a klutz.” “It’s okay,” Jack said in strained voice, using his shielding arm to push our plates back from the edge of the table before they dumped in our laps. “My cousin Trevor lives on the next block—you know, the one in college? Anyway, I saw your hair through the window when I was walking past. I couldn’t believe it was you, but it was and—excuse me.”
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