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I look around. There must be at least twenty people stuffed into this tiny room. It’s nicer than the others in this building. It’s more corporate-looking, like it’s meant for bankers and lawyers.
There’s a pretty girl sitting next to me; she seems nervous. Maybe it’s because she’s the only girl here. “Hi,” I whisper to her, holding out my hand. “I’m Sean.”
The pale girl tucks her jet-black hair behind her ear, and shakes my hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Erin.”
“Nervous?”
She shrugs. “Maybe just a little. You?”
“Very.”
“Have you met him before?” Erin asks.
I nod. “Yeah. Once.”
“What’s he like?”
There’s a wave of movement and whispering, and everyone’s attention goes to the door.
With a plaster cast around his forearm, a deep scar across his cheek, and a crutch under his arm
