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added, and Jack pushed the bowl of creamers and sugar
towards her.
    “ So you’re not famous?” I
refused to let it go without a direct answer.
    “ I can assure you that I’m
not famous,” Jack smiled. This one thing I would say about him; he
had to have one of the greatest smiles of all time.
    “ You just look so familiar
to me,” I said.
    “ I know, right?” He gave me
a perplexed look that mirrored my own.
    “ So do I know you from
somewhere?” As soon as I said that, I knew that wasn’t exactly it
either. I could almost guarantee that I’d never seen him before,
but there was something undeniably familiar about him.
    “ That’s not possible,” he
shook his head.
    “ How is it not possible?” I
asked. “Did you just move here or something?”
    “ It’s complicated.” He
touched his coffee cup and made like he was going to drink it, but
he never even lifted it off the table.
    Jane resigned herself to drinking her coffee
and watching us talk. She finished one cup and poured herself
another.
    “ How is it
complicated?”
    “ It just is.” Jack flashed
me another one of his amazing smiles.
    Somehow, he managed to look very young, like
he was fifteen, while simultaneously looking older than me. It was
something about his eyes. They were very young and very old, at the
same time.
    “ How old are you?” I asked
pointedly.
    To my surprise, Jack
laughed, and I found something even more incredible than his smile.
Easily, he had the greatest laugh in the universe. It sounded so
clear and perfect.
    “ How old are you?” Jack
countered, grinning at me.
    “ I asked you first.” I
leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms over my chest, and that
made him laugh again.
    “ Why does that even
matter?” Jack asked. “You want to know more.”
    “ I’m seventeen,” I
sighed.
    “ Twenty-four,” Jack said
with a wry smirk.
    “ Don’t you feel a little
odd running around with two seventeen year old girls?” I
asked.
    In some part of my mind, it did logically
seem wrong for a twenty-four-year-old to be picking up two random
teenage girls. But sitting here, in the booth with him, nothing
felt more natural or safe.
    “ I’m mature for my age,”
Jane interjected.
    “ As I recall, if I hadn’t
been around, you would’ve gotten yourself killed.” He rested his
arms on the table, leaning more towards me. “What were you doing
anyway?”
    “ We were trying to get into
a club, but my feet were killing me and I just wanted to get home,”
I said. He looked at me for a minute, the serious expression
looking out of place on him, and then shook his head and refilled
my cup of coffee.
    “ What club were you trying
to get into?” Jack asked, and added cream and sugar to my drink. He
had yet to touch his own cup, but I decided not to say
anything.
    “ I don’t know,” I shrugged.
I just let Jane drag me wherever she wanted to go and hoped that by
the end of the night, I managed to make it home in one piece. “What
were you doing downtown? Clubbing it up?”
    “ Hardly,” Jack said. “I
was… getting something to eat.”
    “ At midnight?” I raised an
eyebrow at him.
    “ I’m kind of a night owl.”
Time must’ve just occurred to him, because he glanced over at a
clock hanging on the wall. “It’s getting really late. I should
probably get you home.”
    “ I’m wide awake,” Jane
chirped, but unlucky for her, I didn’t feel the same
way.
    Even with the coffee and the adrenaline rush
from earlier, I felt very tired. I wanted to continue hanging out
with Jack, but my whole body had started to ache, especially my
legs and ankles.
    “ I’m starting to drag.” To
punctuate the statement, I yawned loudly.
    Jack paid for the check, even though I tried
to make a play for it. It was only a couple bucks, and I was tired,
so I didn’t fight that hard.
    When I stood up, my legs
fought to give out underneath me, but I managed to stay up on my
feet. For a second, though, I thought Jack was going to