Amy walked next to Ryan, heels clicking on cobblestones. Tiny sleet missiles smacked her. “Grab some coffee?”
"No"
She had done it, now. Asked too much. Needed things. "Or lunch? We could talk."
"No."
The steeple bells rang, signaling the end.
Ryan nodded. “Goodbye.” He turned into an alley. Gone.
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