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_{“How does anyone even deal with Seattle’s rain? I feel like I’m drowning,” she complains, hurrying into the nearest coffee shop. Nicolette doesn’t even like coffee.} 

_{He’s not exactly sketching – he doesn’t like to call it that. The label is far too conspicuous for his tastes. He’s merely jotting down his thoughts in anticipation of his brother’s arrival; late, it seems, seeing as they had planned to meet here twenty minutes beforehand.}

     _{Cedric nearly jumps when the entry bell of the coffee shop rings, and glances up at the inauspicious stranger. This time of the night, it’s usually vacant here.}

_{“Should be in bed,” he mumbles to himself, returning to his drawing.}