Thirty One
“Where are we going?” Aly asked as she buckled herself into the seat. “Some building,” Danny replied. He started the car and drove away from the coffee shop. “It’s just a couple of minutes away, but are you sure it’s okay for you to come? I was actually hesitant to come get you because you seemed to be deep in thought in the coffee shop. I thought maybe you’re busy with something.” “Oh, please,” Aly waved a hand dismissively. “I’ve only gone to the coffee shop to see John pass by—” Danny’s eyebrows slightly raised as he glanced at her, and she immediately added, “I mean, that’s what I used to do before. Now, it’s just a habit. I’ve come to like watching people while I’m daydreaming.” “You should’ve been staying as far as you could from Barrington, Aly,” Danny scolded. “Well, it’s not
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