Lily sits at the cafe with a mug of tea in her hand, one leg crossed over the other, bouncing nervously. I hope they get here soon… I hope I like them. I hope they like me. I hope they’re as cute as their picture. Breathe, Lily, Breathe. She stops talking to herself, and takes some breaths to calm down. The bell jingles on the café door and she looks up to see you walk in. She blushes when she sees you - you’re even cuter in person. She gives you a shy smile as you walk over to her table
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