River was alone, as she'd been for the past day or so. She had thought about inquiring of one of the doctors if her cheeks' strange heat acquisition was normal on this world, but she'd stayed away. Even that Mr. House, Mr. Home, whichever, well, she hadn't decided to trust him with her body yet. Only the public part of her mind
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The stomping was more than familiar though, whether it came with the slap of a bare foot or the stamp of a boot's sole.
The young man picked at his food a little bit, just watching her for a long moment. Wanting to talk to her, but feeling uncertain about attempting it at this point.
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Wait. How could she have missed the boy at the next table? River frowned as she saw him bend his head over his plate. What effrontery. Did he think after all he'd done that he could hide in the fabric of a chair? Still. He was Dean's brother.
She marched right over and sat down across from him at the table. "I want to know why you came here in such an explosion."
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