[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Bus Stop – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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	I hear my name and turn until I see Nic waving frantically at me. I feel my heart stutter and curse it mentally as I wave back. I walk over and am startled when he kisses my cheek. My cheeks heat, but I’m quickly distracted by drinks — my weakness.

	[color=#DB7093]”Ah, chai, please.”[/color] I took the correct cup from him and sipped it. Perfect. I glance over at the nearby coffee shop and commit it to memory. I take another sip before speaking.

	[color=#DB7093]”So, I have it narrowed down to the escape room and the trampoline park. Due to the clothing attire I was instructed to wear, I’m leaning towards the trampoline park.”[/color] I eye Nic’s shirt and smirk. We’re matching.