[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] SUV – Chicago, IL 
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I laugh and nod. [color=#DB7093]”You could say that. I always need to stop and get a drink if I'm out and about. I don't know, it's compulsive at this point.”[/color] I take Nic's hand and slide out of the vehicle. 

I open up the door and walk inside with him. [color=#DB7093]”Oh, depends on the day I suppose. I like all tea and trying new teas,”[/color] I say. I glance over the menu that sits above the counter and look at Nic. [color=#DB7093]”How about you?”[/color]