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Margot agreeing to go out with him on the gallery walk was miracle enough. The even bigger miracle was that she hadn’t called sometime during the intervening week to cancel the whole thing. He’d been expecting the call the whole time, actually — oh, sorry, Lucas, something came up. I hope you understand — and had mentally rehearsed his replies so his disappointment wouldn’t be too blatantly obvious. Even worse would have been a text, since that would have made it clear that she didn’t want to talk to him at all, not even long enough to shoot him down one last time.
But she hadn’t called, or texted, and now he stood here in their designated meeting place, on the steps of the plaza as people streamed around him, talking and laughing, all intent on their various destinations. The sun had
