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If it had been anyone else, Bastien would have gone out of his way to welcome the newcomer. If it had been Phineas or Eden, he would have stood up and loudly called over a greeting, perhaps kissing cheek-to-cheek, and then he would invite them to sit for the afternoon, regardless of his studying. Bastien had a specific establishment which he frequented, often on Friday afternoons to enjoy the end of the week. A tiny glass of ouzo accompanied by a light yet savory plate of mezedes. It was a ritual he had developed in lieu of his typical on-the-beach dining establishment which was his favorite on Martinique. As it so happened, his eyes lifted from his botany notes to catch sight of a familiar face, perhaps one of the few faces on the island that could make Bas’s stomach flip in a less-than-pleasant way. Those dark curls and charming demeanor had enticed him at first, but now they only made him nervous. He would by no means leave the establishment solely because Arlo had entered, however he had no desire to face that delicate visage that afternoon. His gaze quickly fell back to his journal, hoping to blend into the background of the cafe.
