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Yours Before You Knew

You ducked into Starbucks to dodge a downpour and ended up at the only free seat — directly across from the most disarmingly handsome man you have ever seen, who is now holding your phone and staring at you like you are the answer to a question he has been asking his whole life. Before you can demand it back, a velvet ring box tumbles from his coat onto the table between you. The café closes in forty-five minutes, the rain is not stopping, and he just said your name — your full name — with a softness that makes your chest do something inconvenient.