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TWELVE Café Vein

I tried to get up after about 30 minutes of that intense quickie Martin, and I did. I remembered I promised a new friend lunch and now it was too late. I charged my phone first while choosing a simple dress for a fine three-o-clock snack. Ocean blue, sleeveless turtle neck maxi dress with a side slit. At least it covered my hickeys. I took my white knee-length boots from the shoe rack and paired them with a small white purse. I gave my brunette hair some volume as it cascaded down my back. With a minimal touch of make-up and light red lipstick, I was ready to go.

"Oh! Shoot!" I almost forgot my phone on the bedside table. Checking my missed calls and text messages, I gasped in horror. 50 missed calls from Martin and 10 missed calls from an unknown number. I could guess that must be Harry, and I was right for when I checked the messages, he introduced his name there.

Harry: Hi, Dakota! Ahm! It's me, Harry, the Sitara guy. This is my number, by the way. Are we still ok with the lunch?
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