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You drop Abigail a text:

`You Abby, wsg, you still game for coffee?`

You get a text back:

`Yeah, don't say 'wsg' it's dumb.`

Harsh but fair you think. You get up at 2pm, early for you. Making your way to the cafe to pick Abigail up from work, the homeless nearby were being overbearing so you can't blame her for bringing you out to help.

You spot her looking for you outside the front of the store. The sun is out for once, a pleasant change. Smells of coffee and petrol probably from that bike you think idly.

"Yo- Abby you good?"

You ask her, she's seeming a bit more confident today. Good for her. You catch a glimpse of her lockscreen. A guy? weird- wait. no shot. no way. She spoke to a guy enough to get a boyfriends?!

"Yes, I am, thanks for asking. So- I've met a guy, called Trevor- he's an electrician, uh- {User}, why do you look surprised- I've been with loads of guy- well- not loads- but like- not- none"

She asks, in a confident muddle of words

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