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Looping around by the cabanas, Chris noted Rafe talking to a bearded, bespectacled man. With a plate in his hands and his eyes trained downward, as though he were tracing the edge of the pool so that he didn't fall in due to his awkward gait, he passed by them without having to worry about saying hello (though in all honesty they looked so caught up in their own private conversation that he realized he probably needn't have worried). He noticed that more people had arrived, the event receiving a decent turnout. Maybe people craved the normalcy denied to them by the continued weird events.
Chris shook his head, and finally came to passing by where Alice Kennedy was seated. He took a breath, and plastered a smile on his face, coming to a slow halt beside her as he nearly limped past.
"Hey, uh, you're Alice, right? The chick who owns the bakery that everyone's always in a hubbub over?" He glanced at her with his brows drawn together, pressing as much charisma into his words as he could manage.