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Seeing flashed in again, and Sam washed shocked to see the red-haired girl kiss the other girl on the fore head. He must of interrupted something here. He stood up as if to back away, and then remembered he needed to buy something. He groped his way to the desk, hoping his vision wouldn’t suddenly back out on him.

“I’ll have a coffee-” No, he needed rest before tonight. “Actually, make that a hot chocolate instead. Medium.”

“Sorry,” he added. He looked back at the table he had briefly sat down at, awkwardly. What would they think of him sitting down and then leaving again?