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“Fuck.”

Is she talking about me?

Of course she isn't.

People post meaningless shit online all the time. Quotes. Coffee. Food. Half-naked assholes.

It could mean anything. It probably has nothing to do with me.

I read it again.

It has something to do with me. I know it does.

And if it does⁠—

She stopped looking.

My jaw clenches.

I wanted her to stop.

Until she did.

“Fuck.”

Beck shows up at two.

I hear his vehicle before I see it.

By the time he knocks, I’m already at the door.

I pull it open.

His mouth slowly curves.

“No.”

“I didn't say anything.”

“You're about to.”

“I was just going to mention how nice it is to see you waiting at the door for me.”

“I heard the vehicle.”

“Sure.”

I turn away.

He follows me inside carrying a paper bag. “Brought food.”

“Put it on the counter.”

“You're welcome.”

“I didn't ask you to bring it.”

“Next time I'll let you starve.”