Chapter 14 : The Phone
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The diner was consistent that morning.
Not busy.
Not empty.
Just steady.
A few early customers, the low hum of coffee brewing, the soft scrape of chairs against tile. Ava moved through it with steady hands, tying her apron tighter as she stepped behind the counter.
Janie was already there, refilling sugar dispensers.
“You’re early again,” she said.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
Janie gave a small nod. “Yeah. That’ll do it.”
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Ava reached for a stack of mugs.
Set them down.
Picked them back up.
Set them down again.
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Janie noticed.
Of course she did.
“What?”
Ava didn’t look at her right away.
Then—
“Is there a place around here to get a phone?”
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Janie didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”
Ava nodded once, already turning back toward the counter like she’d figure it out on her own.
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Janie watched her for a second.
Then—
“I’ll take you after our shift.”
Ava glanced at her. “You don’t have to.”
“I know,” Janie said easily. She grabbed a towel and wiped down the counter. “I could use a little time away from work anyway. And home.”
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Ava studied her.
There wasn’t pressure in it.
No expectation.
Just—
simple.
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“Okay,” Ava said.
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Janie smiled, like that was settled.
“Good.”
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The shift passed steadily.
Not rushed.
Not slow.
Just enough to keep moving without thinking too much.
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Ava focused on the work.
Coffee.
Orders.
Timing.
Control.
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By the time the shift ended, the light outside had softened.
Late afternoon.
Quieter.
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Janie untied her apron and tossed it under the counter.
“Ready?”
Ava nodded.
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They stepped outside together.
The air felt different after a full shift.
Looser.
Less contained.
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They walked side by side.
Not rushed.
Not talking much.
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“The place is a couple blocks down,” Janie said after a minute.
“That’s fine.”
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The store was small.
Clean.
Quiet.
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Ava scanned everything the second she walked in.
Entrances.
Exits.
People.
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Janie noticed.
Didn’t say anything.
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“Prepaid?” the man behind the counter asked.
“Yes.”
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Ava stepped closer to the display.
Simple.
Cheap.
Replaceable.
Her attention lingered on one near the bottom—plain, nothing extra. Easy to replace. Easy to forget.
The man behind the counter followed her gaze for a second, then reached for the same model without asking.
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“That one’s good,” Janie said. “Battery lasts forever.”
Ava glanced at her.
“Good enough?”
“It does what it needs to.”
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That was enough.
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“I’ll take it.”
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The transaction was quick.
Cash.
No hesitation.
No questions.
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Outside, the air felt a little cooler now.
Janie glanced at her.
“You want to head back?”
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Ava should have said yes.
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Instead—
“Is there somewhere to get coffee?”
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Janie smiled immediately.
“Yeah. There is.”
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The café was smaller than the diner.
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Ava chose a seat where she could see the door.
Without thinking.
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Janie noticed.
Still didn’t say anything.
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They ordered.
Coffee for both.
A pastry Janie insisted on.
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“You don’t have to—”
“I know,” Janie said. “I want to.”
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Ava didn’t argue.
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For a few minutes, they sat in silence.
Not uncomfortable.
Just—
new.
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Janie took another sip of her coffee, her gaze drifting toward the window for a moment longer than it needed to.
It had been a while since something like this felt easy.
Sitting across from someone.
Talking—or not talking—and not having to think about it.
Not having to explain it.
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She hadn’t realized how much she missed that.
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Adrian hadn’t allowed it.
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Janie blinked once, like she was clearing the thought before it settled too deep, and looked back at Ava.
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“So,” she said lightly, “you planning to stay long?”
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Ava looked at her cup.
“For now.”
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Janie smiled slightly. “You really like that answer.”
“It works.”
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“You always keep things that simple?” Janie asked.
Ava glanced up. “It helps.”
“With what?”
Ava held her gaze for a second.
“Not getting stuck.”
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Janie considered that.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I get that.”
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A pause settled between them.
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“You ever miss it?” Janie asked, more carefully now.
Ava frowned slightly. “Miss what?”
“Having somewhere that feels… permanent.”
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Ava’s fingers tightened slightly around her cup.
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“I don’t think about it like that.”
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Janie nodded slowly.
“Probably easier.”
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Ava didn’t answer.
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“Still,” Janie added, softer now, “it’s not a bad thing. Staying somewhere long enough to know people.”
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Ava looked at her.
There was no pressure in it.
Just—
truth.
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“I’m not really looking for that,” Ava said.
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Janie gave a small shrug. “Sometimes it finds you anyway.”
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Ava looked back down at her coffee.
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They finished their drinks slower after that.
The conversation came easier in small pieces.
Nothing heavy.
Nothing that asked too much.
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Janie told a story about a regular who complained about his eggs every morning but never ordered them differently.
Ava almost smiled.
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“See?” Janie said, catching it. “You’re not as serious as you pretend to be.”
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Ava shook her head slightly. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
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That should have made her uncomfortable.
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It didn’t.
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When they stood to leave, Ava felt—
different.
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Not relaxed.
Not safe.
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But—
less alone.
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And that was new.
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They walked back toward the diner.
Same pace.
Same quiet.
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But something had shifted.
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Not a line crossed.
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Just—
closer to one.
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And Ava felt it.
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Even if she didn’t say it.
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Because she knew what came with it.
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Friendships made things harder.
Harder to leave.
Harder to disappear.
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That was the risk.
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That was the mistake.
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And she could already feel it starting.
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At the same time—
something inside her didn’t want to stop it.
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That was the problem.
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