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Grace is walking through the open-air market in Buffalo when she sees him. He’s tall, he’s got blond hair that’s so dark it’s almost brown, and… and there’s something about him that feels familiar.
Her hand pauses on the apple that she’s about to pick up to put in her bag, because she’s quite certain that she knows this man. How she knows him she’s not quite sure, but as she watches him at the pumpkin stand appraising one (for carving, maybe?) she feels… like she wants to go up and talk to him.
Which is weird. She shouldn’t do that.