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"Winston?"
Yes, her eyes were not betraying her. It was Winston. Except better.
He held raised his arms up straight from his sides as if presenting himself for her approval. Decked out in a tuxedo, his face tanner than when she'd left him this morning, his hair styled, Winston looked taller, more sophisticated, and cuter than she'd ever seen him.
"Wow," Winston looked her up and down with appreciation, giving her a low whistle as he did. "You look amazing!"
"So do you!" She meant it, too.
"Yeah?" He flicked his lapels with his thumbs and gave her a sly smile.
Ro laughed, then asked, "Where did you get the tuxedo?"
"Your boy hooked me up."
"My boy?"
Winston tilted his head and leaned in towards her ear, "Your boy, Coop."
Ro stiffened.
"Cooper gave you that tux?"
"He lent it t
