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When she was gone, Guinevere fell back onto her seat and took a deep breath Her posture coed, and she placed her elbows on the table

“Why were you so nervous?” I asked

“I always get nervous around parents, or anyone over the age of 50, really I don’t know, I alant them to like me”

I fought back a laugh “Why?”

“Do you want to be the person hated by old people?”

I wasn’t even sure what to say to that, other than, “You are an odd one, Guinevere Poe”

“Please, just call ic to coffee”

You’re what?

“Why did you take it?”

“Your ht it for me, so I didn’t want to be rude”

“Guinevere, I’m sure if you told her you couldn’t have coffee, she wouldn’t have been offended How bad of an allergy is it?”

“I just can’t digest it and drinking it gives me a s deal And just Gwen”

But it’s no big deal?

“No,” I said, leaving a bill on the table and throwing the coffee in the trash as she followed ht up to me

“Why won’t you call me Gwen?”