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Amelia---His Name is Rhodes, Not Asshole

I should have grabbed an umbrella. You’d think having lived here my whole life, I’d be used to the unpredictability of our weather. But here I am, running into The Morning Medusa in the hopes I don’t get completely drenched.

I hear the bell chime as the door opens, and I walk straight to my spot, thankful as ever Parker knows how much I hate talking to people. My hair is wet, I feel the slickness under my boots from the rain, and I am not amused.

I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t have the patience today.

Parker was kind enough to inform me that his name is Rhodes, not “asshole’. Well Rhodes can keep his damn eyes on his coffee and off me.