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The blonde’s blue eyes go to me as she hugs Matt, and I instantly feel insecure.

My hair is a mess.

I’m wearing yoga pants and a zip-up hoodie.

She’s beautiful.

And that is one longggg hug.

Matt finally pulls back. “What are you doing in Houston?”

“I’m here for work for a few days. What about you? How is NASA?”

“It’s keeping me busy.”

I move so I’m standing closer to Matt. He turns to me. “Remi, this is Brittney. We were at MIT together.”

Oh, she’s smart too.

How wonderful.

“That feels like forever ago,” Brittney says, reaching her hand out to me.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I say, worrying if the cancer-curing moisturizer is getting all over Brittney’s flawless skin.

She forgets about me as soon as our handshake is over. “I was thinking about you the other day,” she says to Matt.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was having dinner at the North End at that Italian restaurant we used to go to. I ordered the calamari linguine in your honor.”

How nice of her.

Why doesn’t she just order what she likes, not what Matt likes?

Matt nods. “Ahh, best linguine I’ve ever had.”

“How is your family? I’ve been getting all of your mom’s Christmas cards.”

Brittney gets the Johnson family Christmas card? That seems serious.

“Everyone’s doing good.”

“Tell them I say hi.”

Tell them I say hi?

As if the Johnsons have been wondering since college where Matt’s friend Brittney has been. Unless this chick was more than a friend.

“I will,” Matt says.

“And next time I come to Houston, we should do lunch. It’s been way too long.”

“Definitely.”

I eye him. Definitely?

“I’ve got to run,” Brittney says, giving Matt another hug. “It was so good to see you.”

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