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At least, not for tonight

"A parallel universe…" I lie back and exhale a long breath "Maybe I’les "Or one of those street perforuys who dress up and pretend to be robots"

I laugh out loud "What about you? Secret agent? Marine biologist?"

"I don’t know… My grandmama is the best cook," she says "She has this little bed and breakfast, out by the coast I used to visit in the su you wake up, and it smells like heaven Vanilla, and cinnaoes dreao," I smile "Alternate-universe you is a pastry chef"

Noelle’s eyes snap open "I actually thought about it," she ade But ould I do as a baker, sit around eating cupcakes all day?"

"Sounds pretty good tosht there to lick it off

Noelle laughs "Sure, I can just picture you in a cute apron and oven mitts"

"I’ll have you know, I make a mean chocolate souffle," I correct her

"Oh, really?"

"You’ll have to co "Taste it for yourself"

She hesitates, and I realize it’s the first tiht

"That sounds nice," she says softly