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When he left, she felt her body stiffen back up. She realized that she had walked in without even taking note of her surroundings. She carefully scanned all of the faces as she waited for his return.

Cisco laughed as the barista passed the drinks over the counter and said a quick good-bye before turning and heading back to the table. “One water for Violet?” His voice raised in pitch so it sounded like a question. “Did I get that right? Is it Violet? I’m terrible with names, sorry. Anyway, what brings you to Central City?” Cisco smiled as he took a sip from his cup.

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