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Cropped hoodie.

Hair pulled into a high curly ponytail.

Face bare except lashes and lip gloss.

Nothing special.

Keith stopped beside our table.

“Well, damn.”

I kept eating.

“Good morning to you too.”

He looked at Ebony.

“What’s up, Eb?”

“Hey, Keith.”

Traitor.

Then his attention came right back to me.

“You don’t answer phones no more?”

“I answer my phone.”

“Not when I call.”

“Maybe that should tell you something.”

Keith chuckled.

That deep-ass voice used to get me every time.

“Still got that mouth.”

“Still got them community dick tendencies?”

Ebony choked on her juice.

Keith laughed.

“Lorna was one fucking time.”

“And that’s all it took.”

“Three years and you still talking about Lorna.”

“I’m not talking about shit. You came over here.”

“Because I seen you.”

“And?”

“And you look good.”