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Violet looked at his outstretched hand, thinking as she always did about why strangers were always so keen to touch each other. She shook her head and said, âNothing personal, but I have personal space issues. As in, I like to have it.â She peered down at her sketchpad; the picture was a mess. They all were, since- well, since everything. âNames I can do, though. Iâm Violet.â
Fabian nodded as he tucked his hand away into his pocket. It wasnât an odd request, but most of the time, he found himself hesitating to do so, puzzled by the response. Today, that wasnât the case.
âNice to meet you. Officially.â











