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immediately, and she took a moment to breathe it in before looking around for Keagan. Her friend waved wildly from her choice spot in the plush armchairs near the window, where they could look out at all the alternative kids and gothed-out tourists who wandered in and out of the trendy boutiques, to stock up on their leathers and dog collars or grab a new tattoo before dinner.
    “Sorry,” Cassie said in a rush as she approached. “I got caught in traffic coming back from the ferry and then I had to change out of my bike clothes—”
    “No worries,” Keagan interrupted with a wave of her hand and a big smile. “I just got here myself. A toddler dumped his spaghetti all over me and it took me forever to shower it off. Seriously, it was like embedded in my hair.” She made a face and waved her palms over her head, indicating the area just north of her bangs. “So gross.”
    “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you about my day,” Cassie said, collapsing into the chair opposite Keagan with a happy sigh. “The perfect all-day bike ride with the sweetest family—three generations on one trip. Grandmother, mother, and daughter.” Cassie shrugged. “I had such a good time I almost missed my ferry.”
    “And meanwhile I was in a one-way food fight,” Keagan said, wrinkling her nose. “Life is totally unfair.”
    “You’d never know there was a spaghetti incident,” Cassie assured her, leaning back against the velvety chair. “You look great. Spaghetti-and spaghetti sauce–free.”
    But even covered in marinara, Keagan would have looked good. She was showing off her perfectly shaped legs in another pair of short-shorts, paired with a formfitting red Michael Stars tank top layered under a small black vest. She’d let her hair fall around her shoulders in a pale blond curtain, and she looked like the Beach Boys might leap out at any moment and start singing about her. California cool, with a little bit of Hollywood glamour girl.
    “So do you,” Keagan offered. “I think I need to consume more iron or something. You’re all glowing and pretty.”
    “I think you mean sunburned ,” Cassie laughed, though she was pleased with the compliment. She’d thrown on her favorite outfit in her rush to meet her friends—battered jeans, a bohemian-looking white peasant top that pinched in at the waist, and her most beloved dangling necklace, made of interlocking gold hoops. “If you biked in the sea air all day, you’d glow too.”
    “I’m so jealous that you get to be outside all day,” Keagan said with a sigh. She stretched her arms over her head. “I mean, the restaurant has tables outside and stuff, but it’s not really the same thing.”
    Cassie laughed, and then got up to order a coffee. She usually went for her favorite, Mexican mocha, which was cinnamony and chocolaty and to die for, but tonight she decided to celebrate with something even more decadent: a frappuccino. After all, the girls were meeting up after a long first week of working, and they were headed to their first big party together. Cassie ordered the delicious, better-than-a-milk-shake drink, and prepared herself to enjoy the sure-to-be-amazing night ahead. Not that she needed much preparation. Greta had promised the party would be overrun with hotties to suit all types. Cassie grinned at the cashier, who was all dimples and green eyes behind the counter, and there was definitely an extra spring in her step when she headed back to her armchair.
    “He’s cute, right?” Keagan said in a whisper, giggling. “Fully kissable, in my opinion. I’m on my second iced latte already and I blame it on his smile.”
    “Oh, I’ll clearly be ordering another,” Cassie agreed. “I wonder if he offers making out as part of the menu? Or if that’s only for off-work hours?”
    “I think kissing is strictly off the menu, though not necessarily off work,” Keagan replied. “But I bet we could convince him.” She laughed. “Just bat the eyelashes, smile, and