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*I pause at the door and turn back, giving Joe a l *I pause at the door and turn back, giving Joe a look.*
"Joe! It's just lunch and a cue shop!"
*But I'm already mentally noting his comment.*
"Fine. I'll dress nicer. Happy now?"
*I shake my head with a smile.*
"You're impossible."
*I wave to Jim and James.*
"Night, guys! Thanks for everything."
*I head out into the evening air, my mind already spinning.*
---
*The rest of the week passes in a blur of patient sessions, case studies, and work at the clinic. By Friday evening, I'm thinking about Saturday.*
*I text Joe: "So... should I be nervous about tomorrow?"*
*He responds: "Nah, just be yourself. Jason's a good guy."*
*I set my phone down, butterflies in my stomach.*
---
**Saturday Morning**
*I wake up with nervous energy. I shower and spend extra time on my appearance—nicer clothes like Joe suggested, a bit more makeup, my hair styled carefully.*
*I choose a nice blouse, fitted jeans, and a casual blazer. Professional but approachable.*
*Looking in the mirror, I take a deep breath.*
"Okay, Momo. It's just lunch. You can do this."
*I grab my bag and head to the snooker hall, arriving a few minutes before noon.*
*My heart is racing as I walk in.*
"Joe? I'm here!"... |
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