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Clover: But then he was all, the loser has to shave their eyebrows off. Of course, I just had to accept.

Fox: Who ended up winning?

Clover: [laughs] Bonsai always talked the talk, but outside of books there wasn’t much he could do well. I also happened to be Peanut Brittle Bay’s reigning Ice Fishing champion.

Fox: Bye, bye Bonsai’s eyebrows. 

Clover: It took a whole month for them to grow back properly!

[both laugh for a few minutes]

Fox: What did Bonsai end up doing for a living anyway? Did he become an ice fisher? Because that would be hilarious.

Clover: Uh… no. I don’t know much about what Bonsai does. Whatever it is it’s “classified” as he always likes to rub in my face. All I know is he works for Macaron Pharmaceuticals.

Fox: Macaron what-a-whats?

Clover: [giggles] They develop… wait…. [pauses]  Where did Ember and Lubomir go?

I could feel it coming before it happened.

What “it” was, I didn’t know, but from the moment I woke up to the moment I got the call, I felt it in my bones. There was something about that day that was just off. A feeling that I just couldn’t shake.

Cosmo: Can’t you just stay home?

Riegel: You know I would if I could, but we’re short-handed.

Cosmo: Please?

You laugh that deep roaring of a laugh that you would do when you think I’m “being adorable,” as you would say, and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Riegel: Cosmo, don’t be difficult.

Cosmo: I’m not being difficult.

I shivered as your hands slide down my arms and you pull me closer, resting your forehead against mine.

Riegel: Eight hours. Just wait, eight hours and I’m yours for the whole weekend.

Cosmo: The whole weekend, huh?

Riegel: Promise.

I should have held you longer, tighter… begged you to stay. But I didn’t. Now it’s too late.

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Altair: Wait, are you serious? You’re just going to quit?! I even gave you advice on how to get to her.

Clover: Oh berry please tell me that you didn’t. You promised you wouldn’t meddle.

Altair: How can I not meddle? I just want you to be happy, Clover.

Granite: I think I’m just… going…. to… [slinks off]

Altair: Are you at least finding someone to connect with during all of this? [plops down]

Clover: [mumbing into cup] Maybe, maybe not. They’ve been a little weird about the whole thing. But hey, who knows? The love guru said my love life is going to suck major berry balls anyways.

Altair: Clover how many of those drinks have you had?

Clover: Hmm… maybe one… two… or three? I don’t know. Who’s counting?

Altair: Clover you should probably–

Clover: Oh hey, it’s Fox. I should go talk to him. So, nice talking, but you know… gotta go find true love, or whatever it is that I’m supposed to be doing here.

Altair: CLOVER! 

Clover, being the girl she is, decides to eat her feelings.

Granite: What’s with the glum face?

Clover: The Love Guru just told me that my love life looks bleak.

Granite: You don’t really believe him, do you?

Clover: He is kind of the expert here?

Granite: I think you make your own romantic destiny.

Clover: You’re probably right.

Granite: Clover, I get the feeling that I’m not that person for you though.

Clover: [chokes on noodles] Come again? Are you eliminating yourself?

Granite: Let’s be real here, we’ve had a whole 3 successful romantic interactions this whole thing. I think it’s better to just call it quits and stays friends, don’t you?

Clover: I guess that’s true… man this feels weird. 

Three weeks, two days, and 21 hours. That’s how long it took you to kiss me after we met that day in the cafe. You would always laugh that I knew exactly who long it took for it to happen. But what you don’t know are all the times I stopped breathing anytime you would lean a little closer to me. How every fiber of my being screamed out for even the smallest of your touches.

Had you planned it to happen where it did? It seemed almost too perfect. We were walking in the park next to the cafe where we had met. The moonlight would break through the canopy of cherry trees speckling the ground with little flecks of light that made it look as if we were walking in the stars. You did always make sure everything was perfect.

I could tell it was coming in the moments right before it happened. You were always confident and collected, but you weren’t then. Every muscle in your body was tense with anticipation, your hands shoved awkwardly in your pant pockets. Even the way you walked was stiff.

Cosmo: It’s a little chilly tonight.

I said trying to get you to relax a little. You stopped and turned towards me, your jaw tense and eyes wondering.

Riegel: It is the last day of summer, after all.

Your voice was soft and breathless. You leaned in, your left hand gentling cradling the side of my neck and I was screaming inside.

Three weeks, two days, and 21 hours.

That’s how long I spent every second of my existence waiting for it to happen.