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... nd turn my attention back to Hailey, who’s still staring at the door.

"Earth to Hailey," I say, waving my hand in front of her face. "Stop drooling."

She snaps out of her trance and playfully swats my hand away. "I was not drooling. I was... observing."

"Sure you were," I tease. "Your jaw practically hit the floor."

"He’s cute," she admits with a shrug. "Is he single?"

I laugh. "I think so, but I haven’t exactly been keeping tabs on his love life."

...

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