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“Sarah?” Tim said into the phone as soon as she’d picked up, before she’d had the chance to say hello.
“Oh, you are alive,” she said. “Nice to finally hear from you. I take it you’re enjoying yourself?”
“Enjoying myself doesn’t begin to cover it,” Tim said.
“You know how much I love to be told that I’m right.”
“But we need to talk about something,” Tim continued and Sarah let out a deep sigh.
“There’s always a catch with you, isn’t there?” she asked. “Alright, it can’t be anything that I haven’t heard before. Lay it on me.”
“I think I’m in love,” Tim said, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Ryan was safely inside the building where he was supposed to start setting up his exhibit, far from earshot, and the line went completely silent. “Sarah? Are you there?”
“You what?!”
