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Today's the day.

"-Dom right now?" she's on the phone. A family of four is here too. The husband and wife are arguing over a map, while the two boys are picking out junk food. Her forehead creases and I hear her curse. I frown. A girl of such beauty shouldn't swear.

"Good. Walk him there, and tell him I'll pick him at ten." She hangs up shortly later. I make my move.

"I quit smoking," I blurt. Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment, and then she arches an eyebrow.

"You did?" I nod once. "Wow, congrats."

"Thank you. But I think I have a new problem."

"And what's that?"

"I have to drink coffee every time I get a craving. What time do you get outta here?"

Take the bait, my darling. Throw me this one bone.

"Nine," she drawls.

"I think my next craving will be around nine. Care to accompany me so I don't have to suffer alone?"

She bites her lip. The image will burn in my mind for the rest of the day. "I'm a bit busy tonight," the pity in her eyes is tangible.

There's always a but.

"But I'm free tomorrow."

You're on your way, Seb.