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As he pulled into a parking space in front of Lickety Split Ice Crea as they did their best to catch drips froht to ice cream

A rehen I finish, he decided That presupposed it would be open when he finished If that wasn’t optimism, he didn’t knoas

Gathering his gear, Dillon walked the short distance to his actual destination The Daily Grind was cool and dark and blessedly e checkers in the corner So around in the kitchen at the end of the counter, so Dillon took the time to peruse the menu tacked up to the pallet board wall

“Welcoet you?” The barista, a college-age guy with spiked, frosted blond hair, offered a flirty s pinned to his purple apron read Daniel

“Whatever you’ve got that will get h an epic midterm deadline”

Daniel nodded soberly “You want the zoo with that? A muffin? Scone? Blueberry crumble bar?”

“A it if I don’t?”

“Iffy I’d soak some up with carbs”

“Then I’ll have a slice of that friendship bread”

“Heated?”

“Sure”

The barista rang up his order “Did you drive over from the university?”

“Yeah Needed to get out of town to get some quiet so I could finish a project,” said Dillon

“You’ll certainly get that here I suggest you set up upstairs You’ll miss the afternoon rush that way”

“Is there ine that in a town this size

“Honey, you do not want to get between some of these soccer moms and their afternoon caffeine fix”

“Noted,” Dillon chuckled

“You go on up I’ll bring this when it’s ready”