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Gendry noticed her as soon as she walked through the door of the coffee shop. She was a tsunami of energy. She moved with an aggressive ease.
All eyes were on her-people looked up from their books and laptops. One unnoticed man even smiled at her. She walked with purpose, instead of walking up to the counter, or stopping to ponder the menu, she was headed for the end of the counter-the entrance of the kitchen.
-Can I help you? Gendry called down to her.
-Just here to see Hot Pie, she said, Is he here?
-He's on his lunch break, Gendry replied. How does Hot Pie know a gir like her?
-Oh, she said, crestfallen.
-He should be back soon. He just left to get some take away.
-Oh, alright, she said, perking up, I guess I'll just take a seat 'til he gets back.
-Can I get you something? he asked, eye brow cocked.
-I'm good, thanks.
She pulled out a chair and sat at a little table, pulling out her phone.
Gendry went back to wiping down the counter tops.