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Alexis walked down Main Street toward home. Her daze was broken by the smell of hazelnut coffee wafting from the café she had just passed. The place was small, with two bistro tables positioned in each corner. The six customers waiting for service at the counter filled the coffee shop to capacity. Alexis took her place in line and read the menu on the back wall. Hazelnut had drawn her in, but she wanted to make sure that was what she wanted.
“Your first inclination is usually the right one,” said a voice from the corner table.
Alexis looked over and saw a pale woman with dark hair and piercing dark eyes, then gazed about to see whom the woman had been speaking to.
“I was talking to you, my dear.”
Eyes wide, brows lifted in surprise, Alexis was too startled to say anything. “Get
