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[Good morning. Coming to you live from at a cafe in the City, one of your regular stand-ins for the many Starbucks that this place should have. Angela's at the head of the line, small duffel bag slung over her right shoulder, as she points down at the pastry case.]

Yes. A coffee, milk, seven sugars, and can I get a raspberry danish too? And the triple chocolate brownie. Oh, wait, and that coffee cake too.

[The cashier looks so obviously concerned about Angela's raging sweet tooth that he's not quite prepared for what comes next. As soon as he hands the paper bag over the counter, Angela's leaning towards him to lay a fat juicy smooch right on his lips before calmly dropping her change into his tip jar. Mmm, pastries. Definitely a victory.]

Thank you!


[ooc: Angela is finally getting a break! She quit her hospital gig to run the store full time, but before all that she's going on vacation... as much as once can do in the City. This is her main victory so pucker up if you want to run into her.]

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[Chase thinks he has this curse figured out until Angela kisses him. Not that he's complaining about being taken by surprise, although some other visitors to the cafe might be less delighted to find the doorway blocked.]

Cursed, or a big thing for biblical references?

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[There's another entrance. They can use it under Angela's done checking out Chase's tonsils. They seem fine; inspection passed. Another victory.

She pulls back, licking her lips, and shrugs like it's really not a big deal.]

Cursed. If it was the second, I'd need more fish and a different set of carbs.

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Matthew just never went into what they had for desert.

[After a moment to get his breath back, he edges carefully round her, enough to leave an Australian shaped gap for people to pass by.]

It's, um. Good to see you.

[What? How else do you continue a conversation when the opening greeting involved tongue?]

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I'm sure he was just hogging it all for himself.

[What? He still can't remember all those mistletoe curses? Those memories would come in handy now.]

I haven't seen you in a while. Where've you been hiding?

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[There are a lot of old memories that might come in handy. The amount he's blinking might imply they're not coming back now.]

My office for the most part. I'm sorry I couldn't make the leaving thing.

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There wasn't any leaving thing. I just gave my two weeks and that was that.

[Hell, she practically ran out of the place come clock out time on her final day. All those weeks of working three jobs with barely a day off between them almost killed her. The last thing Angela wanted was a going away party. Surprisingly. The party girl said no to a party. Even to cake. She just wanted sleep.]

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No? I heard you were leaving. When people have the time to announce that, there's usually a leaving thing.

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I didn't want one. Actually, I didn't have time for one, so I told them no. I'll see most of you guys around anyway, so none of you will be missing me all that much.

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[He folds his arms, not quite stifling a grin.]

Some people are such workaholics.

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Some people have their reasons.

[For her, it wasn't all about making ends meet. Maybe he would understand, maybe he wouldn't.]