Paris couldn't remember at what point drinking coffee became a habit. Likely when a career with the ballet was no longer an option; she was at least certain she avoided all manner of caffeine when she could still dance. Perhaps it was after her injuries then, during the period of recuperation in which she struggled to determine what to do with her life next. Coffee had always been a regular presence in her life, of course. Chris drank it as if it was coffee that sustained him. It wouldn't have been too strange then for Paris to take a curious sip.

She was not a connoisseur, nor did she have any sort of opinions as to where her coffee should come from, only that it should be full of sugar. She liked flavored lattes the best—caramel, french vanilla, mocha, pumpkin spice, peppermint. Anything dark and bitter was offensive to her tastebuds.

In a quaint little cafe close to the clinic where she worked, Paris sat at a table for two nursing a hazelnut latte and a flakey chocolate croissant. She was dressed in light purple scrubs, ready for the start of that day's shift. But first—breakfast, and a little bit of company from a familiar face.

Paris glanced around the cafe every few moments, paying particular attention to the door each time it opened. She attempted to appear inconspicuous. Certainly she could pass for just another harmless civilian, though perhaps she seemed a little overeager. That was alright, she thought. Weren't people often overeager about spending time with friends?

The tinkling of the bell above the door captured her attention again. Paris smiled and lifted her arm in a spirited wave as she saw who it was that entered.

“Natalie!” she called, and beckoned her over.

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