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Atlas was wearing his usual uniform. He jogged his way across the street with a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. In the natural lighting and without the tiredness you possessed yesterday, you noticed how light his blond, wavy hair was and how his blue eyes matched his overall look. He almost resembled some sort of fairytale prince.

"Guess what? The owners of the sandwich shop are rumored to be leaving soon," Atlas said as he bit into the sandwich.

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Kristine furrowed her eyebrows. "What? They make the best sandwiches!"

"Yeah, I know!" Atlas said with his mouth full. He looked at you, then his eyes went big. "I know you! You were at the library yesterday. Nice meeting you again."

You shook hands. His hands felt so soft and smooth. "So, you work in the library?"

Atlas shook his head and chuckled, "No, I'm an intern. Do I look that old to you?" His face went blank.

"No! I mean, I didn't know."

"I'm just kidding!" He said, but you could still see a slight annoyance in his face. "Well! We were talking about this awesome sandwich shop. You should try them out—oh, wait here, have a bite."

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Give in and have a taste. Bite the untouched area -- Page 209

Politely decline -- Page 154