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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Courtyard[/code][/b][hr]

Grant was pleasantly surprised to see Lynette text him back so quickly. There was no doubt he'd piqued her interest then; once he read her reply it only confirmed that line of thought. He was glad he'd managed to partner up with her, so to speak, as she was turning out to be rather reliable. Finding out that there was someone with the same goals as him in this town was exciting in a way, as it helped to reaffirm that no, he wasn't crazy, this town really was strange. He hadn't been sure what to expect though when they agreed to pool their knowledge together a few weeks back. Things were slow for awhile, and despite all the weird happenings that had been going on neither of them had seemed to find much of anything that was concrete or important. But now something was happening to him, and apparently Lynette had something to show him that couldn't be said over text. This was something big, he could feel it, so he wasted no time in texting back.

[quote][b]To:[/b] Lynette
[code]Still at school, but classes are done today. I've got time so I can come around now.[/code]
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He hit send...but he knew that wasn't entirely true. He did have plans with Jasmine, but he could get out of it if he needed to, or at least postpone it. Coffee could wait, this was important and he couldn't miss out on the opportunity being given to him. She wouldn't make a big deal out of it anyway, or that's what he would figure.

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[b][code]Grand Ridge Academy - Female Dorms[/code][/b][hr]

Jasmine stood in front of the closet in her room, her eyes scanning the contents within. She didn't particularly feel like changing her clothes, but if she stayed out too late she knew it could get cold. But she didn't want to wear a jacket either...

"Hmm...Oh, there," Jasmine hummed before picking out a black scarf. At least if she started feeling a little too warm she could just remove it or let it hang more loosely. Besides, it looked good on her anyway. Besides that, there wasn't much for her to do: no new messages on her phone, no homework to do, and nothing she cared to watch on TV right now. If she just walked to the cafe now then she'd likely make it there within the hour, well, probably sooner. She mentally shrugged, figuring she had nothing better to do, and soon enough she was heading on her way.

[i]'What was it called again...? Sucre Cafe, right?'[/i]

She wasn't sure if she was mentally pronouncing it right, but she was sure that was the name of the place and knew she'd recognize it if she saw a sign for it. It wasn't like Grant could pronounce it when he mentioned it to her, after all. It was just one of the many, [b]many[/b] shortcomings that came with his disability. Jasmine fell solemn for a moment due to the thought, but forced herself to shrug it off. There wasn't anything she could do about that, all she could do now was be there for him when he needed it.