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IT WAS SUNDAY afternoon and Fianna was hurrying to meet Scarlett at Bow-Tie before everyone else arrived. As usual, the restaurant was closed to patrons on Sunday, but this was the day they gathered and brought friends and family. Fianna put on one of her new pink Flop T-shirts with narrow white pants and left her apartment.
She’d tried to call Niall late last night and again this morning, but he hadn’t answered. He hadn’t returned her messages either. Maybe he’d decided the distance was insurmountable. She had to admit it probably was, but she still longed to hear his voice.
When she arrived at Bow-Tie, Scarlett was already there with a plate of her mother’s empanadas hot from the kitchen.
Fianna greeted Scarlett and sat down across from her. “Those smell delicious.”
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