Darker London

It rained again the next week, and on that Monday day Rachel followed Zoe into the library. “Hey,” she said, standing over Zoe who was sitting on the floor. “I come on too strong. I thought you looked like someone who could handle that. I just started here and it was either throw myself at someone or not talk to anyone.”

“I looked like I could handle it?” Zoe asked, leaving her book open.

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