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“Hey,” I said to her. She looked up at me and then at the camera guy behind me. “I’m a designer on Behind The Seams. Have you heard of it?” “Sure,” she said. “I love that show.” “Great!” I gave her a big, friendly smile. “For our current challenge, we have to wander around New York and find materials and fabric for free. I was wondering if, by any chance, I could use your tablecloth?” She looked down at it with a frown. “It’s the only one I have with me. Sorry.” “Are you sure? Because I’m desperate here. I’ll do anything.” Gavin strolled up to me at that moment, flashing one of his charming smiles. “How’s it going?” The girl’s eyes widened, and she clutched the candle she’d been holding to her chest. “I love your accent. Where are you from?” Oh my god. If I heard one more girl ask h
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