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crack in her voice is what breaks me. There is absolutely nothing that I wouldn’t do for Sofia. We’ve been best friends our entire lives. She knows me better than I know myself. “Fine,” I mumble. “If you think it’s what I should do, I’ll do it.”
            I send a quick reply to Audrey and shove my phone into my pocket. Sof pulls me in for a hug. “See you later,” I say. I pick up my backpack and start making my way to the front door. I turn back and I see Sofia smiling at me. I take a deep breath and head off to class.

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            The week passes quickly and without event. My classes eventually run together. They’re mostly easy, with the exception of mixed media. That class is going to kick my ass if I don’t study hard. It’s Saturday afternoon and I have spent the better part of today thinking about my date with Audrey. There’s a light drizzle outside, and I have my smoky gray hoodie pulled up over my head as I step out of my car. A few people scurry on the sidewalks, in a hurry to get out of the rain but I’ve never understood why rain bothers people so much. It’s just water.
            Rucco’s is a quaint cafe on 4th Avenue, normally only populated by hipsters who consider the big chain coffeehouses to be too mainstream. When I walk in, it’s 5:50pm. The door I walk through is in the corner of the cafe, with the light brown counter directly across from where I stand. A wall lined with vivid green plants is to my left, as well as the restrooms. To my right are onyx black tables spread about, with a few seats each, a couple of leather window seats, and three booths in the far corner.
    My hands are sweating. I haven’t been this nervous in a long time, not since I sent in my art portfolio to Northwestern State four years ago. I live an easy and laidback life. I have no reason to ever get nervous .
    I take a seat in a warm booth, from which I can see the door. I tell myself not to get too comfortable. Audrey may want to sit elsewhere. Though I’m unsure how I will know when Audrey arrives. I have no idea what she looks like. According to Sofia, Blinder  doesn’t require the use of profile photos because the entire point is being set up on blind dates. As I wait for Audrey, I wonder what she looks like. Is she short? Tall? Black, like me? White? Blonde? I bet she’s blonde. Audrey is a blonde name.
    Shit , I think, what if she doesn’t show up ?
            I take a deep breath and remind myself to relax, this is just an hour spent drinking coffee with a girl. I’ve done far wilder things than this.
            I wait for what seems like forever, and the young barista keeps glancing at me curiously, as if she’s wondering why I haven’t ordered anything yet. Finally, she walks up to where I’m sitting, a pen and pad in her hand. She tosses her thick mahogany hair over her shoulder and looks at me brightly, a megawatt grin plastered onto her face. “Is there anything I can get you?” She asks me and I have to force back an eye roll. I’ve been to Rucco’s enough times to know that they don’t send their baristas to take orders, so she must have grabbed a pen and paper as soon as she realized I was here alone.
            “No, thank you,” I tell her politely. “I’m just waiting for my date,” I inform her, hoping she’ll get the hint.
    Apparently she does because her face falters but then her smile is back and she leans a bit closer to me. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” she whispers. “I’ll be over at the counter,” and I swear she winks at me. Some people have no shame. The barista walks back over to the counter, and I catch her glancing behind her to see if I’m watching her, and I am, but only because I’m trying to figure out if perhaps I’ve hooked up with her before. She’s definitely cute, in that bubbly cheerleader type of way. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s just another girl in my
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