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“Stop with the what-ifs What if we all die tomorrow? What if aliens come down and take over all of our bodies? What if this is soa”

She shook her head and laughed “You’re an idiot”

“Never said I wasn’t Coo for a drink?”

“I can’t go hoo to my kitchen and prepare for touy can fix ulars will be disappointed They’ll go somewhere else, and I’ll lose customers If I bake for toredients and a waste of time and money”

My hands were still curved around her shoulders, and I gave a gentle squeeze “Willow, take a breath Stop spiraling No et your truck back to out We can drag a table out here You can sell your ular coffee”

“But—”

“No buts Re you It’s also aboutJosie for being a cow, as well as ht with my brothers over our business I need your coffee It makes the world a safer place”

Her shoulders relaxed, and laughter filled her eyes “You’re lying, but, okay fine, whatever”

We sat at one of the tables by the truck and waited for my mechanic

I wanted to know everything about her, but I also had to tread carefully Willoasn’t the kind to give up information easily There wasn’t much about her online other than a few Snack Attack social es

Everything she posted was about her business, nothing personal It was like she didn’t have a past Like she hadn’t existed until a few years ago

“Why did you open a food truck instead of a coffee shop?” I asked “There’s plenty of empty stores around here”

“I like the freedoives me I like that I don’t have to be in one spot all the time If I want to, I can move on in a heartbeat”

“Why would you move on?”

“Oh, you know, boredo? Familiarity breeds contempt”