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[ ` he expected the supermarket to be less busy at this time of night, thirty minutes past ten or so? it wasn’t exactly blooming with people, but he wasn’t exempt from avoiding shopping car traffic either. he turns around the corner into the canned goods, searching for soups or things of the sort.] - [ ` upon finding them he scratched the back of his neck and squinted at the names, strange combinations that didn’t really make much sense or ingredients that he didn’t think sounded very edible, he looked up and down and removed his hat to put his fringe back. just as he looked over to see if he had other options, he saw a familiar face enter the aisle. ]

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He messaged her earlier on, asking her to meet him at The Hideout Cafe for something important to discuss. Granted, he hadn’t ever taken the opportunity before simply because he was afraid that Savannah would be under pressure. She was a talented athlete, he’s heard her name once or twice upon meeting world-renown swimmers at national meetings and such. 

Connections, he remembered the lesson well. Names were beyond a singular importance, rather, it was the challenge of knowing what was behind the name. A house brew in a mug sat in front of him, steam dancing with the time’s passing until he saw the familiar figure sit in front of him.