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Alma hurried back to the shop and was disappointed to see all the lights were out inside except for a few weak ones behind the counter. Alma pounded her hand against the glass door and screamed at the top of her lungs. “Is anybody in there? Hello? Mr. Eres?”
“He generally doesn’t keep these hours,” a voice spoke behind her.
Alma spun around and found herself looking upon the most handsome man she had ever beheld. He was the perfect picture of a Greek god, what with his light hair and blue eyes. His body fitted perfectly into the plain white shirt and jeans, along with a coat thrown over his shoulders to protect against the rain.
“I-I’m sorry, what was that?” she asked him. Whatever he’d said before had flown out of her mind when she beheld his beauty.
“I said he generally doe
