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Ty:[laugh-cry emoji] [laugh-cry emoji] [laugh-cry emoji]

Ty:D, let’s chat about it tonight

Austin:fuckers

Ty:what? You guys looked pretty cozy sitting together earlier

Ethan:don’t we want them to get along? Isn’t that the point of working together for a contest?

Ty:party pooper

Ty:btw I’m at Dave’s getting a coffee and guess who’s here at a table all by himself?

Dom:just tell us

Ty:you guys are no fun. It’s Abdul

Ethan:who’s Abdul?

Dom:the guy who owns that amazing Lebanese restaurant in Lincoln City?

Ty:yupppp

Dom:finally gonna close the deal on that one? Thought he said he didn’t need new beer vendors

Ty:he just doesn’t know how much he needs our beer yet

Austin:no way. He hung up on you last time you tried

Ty:I’m way better in person than on the phone

Austin:you’re not that good

Ty:wanna bet on it?

Austin:you know what? Yeah. No way I’m losing this one

Ty:lol we’ll see. Better Febreze the costume just in case

Austin: soyou smell fresh? sure

Ethan:oh snap

Ty:I win, you’re standing in front of the brewery passing out fliers and waving the sign for two hours at a time of my choosing

Austin:deal. WHEN I win, you’re gonna wear the costume to a Chamber of Commerce meeting

Ty:fuck. Having to actually go to a chamber meeting? You’re cruel. Good thing I’m gonna win

Dom:this is gonna be good

CHAPTER5

AUSTIN

I paced backand forth in my tiny bedroom even though there was barely enough space to do so. Dom’s old Victorian home had large gathering spaces and a great yard but tiny bedrooms. I continued taking the few steps back and forth between the end of my full-sized bed and the wall where my desk and dresser stood. It was almost as small as the dorm room I’d shared with Ty our freshman year.

I couldn’t believe chef Caleb was the guy from the stationery store. Part of me was thrilled, but a larger part was terrified.What if being around him is a distraction? What if he ends up being a jerk? What if he sucks at cooking anything but fancy breakfast sandwiches?So far, he seemed too good to be true, and I’d learned long ago to believe those things usually were.

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