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“I’m not for you I’m no model, I’m not a millionaire Do I look like I have a trust fund? I’m not a celebrity either I’m just some barista with small time dreams”

“No dream is too small and I adet to date you, permanently date you If you would allowto be here?”

She shook her head “I ca”

“The a

partment’s been stripped clean”

She fished so out of her pocket In her hand was the charotten her She still kept it He felt his heart leap Was this a sign? But he didn’t believe in signs Although, now he suddenly wanted to He felt desperate and it was a desperation that he had never had in his whole life It was a desperation to be liked, to be loved

He looked at her, not expecting much, but there was that little shred of hope left in him, a hope that she would reconsider hirovel at her feet for her forgiveness at least…

“It won’t work,” she sighed

His heart sank

“I’ to Santa Monica and you’ll be here”

The corners of hishe hadn’t had in the last three years He was actually laughing And that hen he knew that she was the one

“We’ll figure so is that you finish school and that you’re just an hour’s drive away, or a fifteen-minute helicopter ride away”